Requiem of the Living

Ding-

Dong.

A bird let fly-

Upon the flake

Of cherry-apple skies

A heart to quake-

The deep Chinese Winter

Masks the earth,

A barren-wrapped Tomb

Seals the birth-

Of a bachian longing-

So softly hummed,

The barebacked awning

Over sleep has drummed-

Ding-

Dong.