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john tiong chunghoo

Freshman - 1,268 Points (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia)

*W H Auden The Haiku Poet


Scribbling in the sky "He is dead! "
i put crepe bows around
the necks of public doves

stop all the clocks,
cut off the telephone
let the mourners come

silence the pianos and
with muffled drum
bring out the coffin

he was my north,
my south, my east and west,
my weekdays and sunday

he was my noon,
my midnight
my talk, my song.

stars are not wanted now
pack up the moon
dismantle the sun.

stars are not wanted now
pour away the ocean
sweep up the wood

Submitted: Tuesday, July 03, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 03, 2012

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