Transfer Poem by Kong Yin

Transfer



Amid my disconsolation
a spirit strides silently over,
a half smile of mercy on his lips,
a glare of lust in his eyes.

A large sack borne on his back
contains many gifts.

But I know
in the sack is nothing but more sorrow -
the sorrow of the whole world,
which he intends to transfer
onto my shoulders.

Transfer
Monday, December 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: spirit
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