Under a bridge,
white van
blue overalls,
accident
black spot.
The spirits
of those who die violently
spiral around in turbulence,
causing more accidents.
The Buddhist Association,
funded by public donations,
collects the pieces
and pacifies the spirits
with chanting and cremations.
It is an unconnected fact
that, even if a body is not intact,
disconnected
body pieces
fetch good prices
in a global market.
This is the organic arm
of environmentally friendly recycling,
matching the end-buyer
with the finished product.
The catalogues are on the net.
A for Arm? That's what you get!
(From 'Bamboo Leaves')
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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