That Night Poem by Kathup Tsering

That night...

At home, the evil-doer
announced its presence
and tossed my heart about

That night...

The stiff soul of the snow-capped mountain loomed
and the rivers that were turned into blood
flowed over the face of ashen land
and seeded its imagery into the labyrinth of memory

That night...

The grasslands, worn and ravaged
stopped the last string quartet of life
from being composed or performed

That night. . .

The silent heart of the Golden City
shed its tears under darkness
longing for a new dawn

That night...
Two hovering snowbirds
hearts torn apart
separated in despair
love lost in this land of snow

... That night...