Palomino tells bay
The bay listens;
his lips curl back
Lois P. Jones
Acrobats in the Tomb
Tell me emperor, what spirit goods
shall accompany you?
You’re just like us but more clever.
You want your toys – a zither player
and a contortionist. A warmonger
and one billion actors for a play.
Shall we bury our ipods
and laptops? Include an old vinyl
of Horowitz playing Chopin nocturnes?
Or the Tibetan Book of the Dead?
To ensure a ruler lives forever,
bury all his soldiers by his side.