Grave News at Dawn, Great Tidings at Dusk

Kejia Wang

the world is not fully dark yet. The waxing moon as if a hook
hangs the vermillion realm of men. When the falling sun 
has steeped the waters into a cup of the finest Pu’Er tea
one returns, with a deliberate whistle, from the heart of the lake
those weeping willows and spectating souls on the embarkment
cannot help but shake. They carry from the mottled mechanical boat
the form of a dripping wet young girl
yes, the grave news at dawn
was the drowning of a young girl
while the great tidings at dusk
are the discovery of her body