“Body, gabion, lit
cage of copper skin and threaded blood:
you’ll know one more death, as you knew you would.
I’ll puncture through, the hook
in you, though barely.
This time, a hare will flood out from the fox
warren of me, though its knees knock
and the stars slouch like fat coins in the mud.
It will burn softly, proudly, for leaving
no signs of passage. This floods like a sail
-shaped ear. So I press it to the wall.”
Lo Kwa Mei-en, last lines to “Ephemera,” Crazyhorse (Fall 2010)