Saturday, July 14, 2012

a character whose name i forget - tsering wangmo dhompa

A character whose name I forget
by Tsering Wangmo Dhompa

This question of desire or its equivalent erupting
from caudal concerns.  How a man walked all night
in black hush to discover hunger and loneliness
in fields of heliotrope, and the stars, belonging to the night,
not his.  Never his.  He is from a book so I relate to him.
I am unable to interpret the function of a heart while
the body must be fed through purchases and contracts.
Reading suffering in phrases; thinking this is how others live.
No one is there to say otherwise.  In the story, the man
never recovers from the walk.  Keeps his eye attentive to the path,
till he is killed ironically, by accident.  And then of course,
it does not matter.  To remember this man from all
stories heard make him sadder.  Still, it does not matter.

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