Transfer - Poem by Kong Yin
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.
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