Lotus flowers have lost their flavor,
Their fragrance, their smell;
Moon won’t shine on their petals,
won’t give them light, won’t fondle them!
It has lost reason
to give life to a dead plant:
“You let her die! – How could you??”
The moon shouts, the moon cries!
And water tries, he does everything,
he dries himself out! – Pushing fluids on her pores
to keep her moistrous– intact,
to keep her perfect-smooth skin!
But time will pass, just as her life!
Leaving a decayed body, a sculpture,
at that place full of lotus flowers
where once…existed life!
Now her body floats, peacefully,
on shallow waters of that musky lake!
A funeral for the living, an elegy,
a sermon held by the flowers,
a parting gift to the dead!
image by: Yingxi Chu