I Died

I died last night.
In fact I died centuries ago.
Desolation visits in the form
of a crow and I have
seen sadness in the eyes of children.

There is no awakening of nature.
It was a nightmare that dragged
me down to the cold pit and
there my body disintegrated.
You know I grope for the answers
as questions lick my body like flames,
searing, flaying, killing.

I died last night. But,
I died a long time ago.
Like yesterday.

The sunset spreads itself on the cliffs
like blood stains.

In the evening, I was having tea
in Kong’s shop, and we
talked about the approaching winter.
A cold winter it seems.

Oh my heart, why are you so cold,
beyond the reach of pain.
In you our waterfalls will weep
without ceasing.

To grow up as a child of peace is
hard now because peace tastes
like blood spilt on stones, and
There is no consolation for the oppressed.

Sleep… no, don’t sleep in peace,
for you died long ago, like last night.