For a truth
I begged you to cut me into pieces
But no flame, no cremation, no ashes
Only bare pieces
Please hang my clothes out when it rains
And invite me to your dreams on Sundays
Sharing with me
Those heartbroken poems
As to those pieces
When you get a chance
Please drop them off outside the church
Don’t pity, please
If pigeons peck my flesh, let them be
If dogs take my bones, let them be
So long as
I could know I have been one of those
Broken pieces作者: 山豆凡 时间: 2011-2-16 02:47 安静