Dakini

Cutting into halves
Removing splinters
The Time demands
Us ripping off the bandaids.
Unclenching teeth —
To cut through metal blades.

These paths
Remain uncrossed.
Our foreheads knocked in one another.
The swirl of Southern China seas,
Another sky-high wave —
To sink right to the bottom.

Crossed thousand centuries
Unmined rice fields
Banana islands, trophy tanks.
This vegan broth —
For what is worth —
Is our tribute to all deaths.

Resiliently fragile,
Emerged in young man’s eyes.
Young woman sipping yolk
Not stirred, nor shaken.
Naively paralyzed
With human’s warmth,
For what is worth…
For what is worth.