Antiquated
autumn moon they’ll be no pyres for you tonight
No burning
flesh altschmerg sacrifice
Drunken,
smoking family circles retreat from your skies
Your
seasonal rotting fruit eaten without satisfaction
The rabbit
moon pestle pounds out tempest medicines
Storm
elixirs dampen out all healing weekend moxibustion
The
people’s summer ghost month prayers
Were deemed
inadequate
Elderly
folk forgot the exact time and directions to say their incantations
Google search
forgotten rites and canticles akin to strangers
Hungry
ancestors in their malcontent cry purgatory tears to form a cyclone
Whole clans
weep together joining forces over the Pacific
They’re
specific intention to deconstruct familiar traditions
Luckily for
my neighbors my disbelief spared my whole prefecture
An alien
continental rainbow hangs over my household like an amulet
Regardless
of the multitude’s avowal
My nodus,
the eye of the hurricane is this chrysalism apartment
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