Incidents Poem by Yang Lian

You continue to emerge calmly from an incident One amongst many One day amongst many wasted months and years When rotting wilderness again removes your shoes Snow props you up on frozen red toes On this day the sky is a sombre grey but with no sign of snow Only your chilliness from life to death The past is soundless leaves no footprints in the snow Old clothing is always modest like the wooden bed of a corpse Sliding to the sea under another copulating couple A past incident can no longer generate other incidents A lifetime's mistakes are towering trees on a mountain White more distant than snow Bones emerge from you Days emerge from bones you are all Thrown behind yourselves Look upon many deserted moons