Five
Chinese Brothers
Back home they go to mother,
poor woman, she saw this coming:
two at the breast, three fighting
over the last piece of bread, fingers
sticky with jam, town fountain
drained bone dry, blue-in-the-face
tantrums over mooncake, full throated
monsoon wails down a rusty rain pipe,
spying on the mandarin’s corpulent wife
soaking in her second floor bath, taunting
the fire brigade time and again with a sing
song “save me, please save me!”
Twilight years spent tending lotus
on the drowned boys grave, watching
the sea bear sunrise, waves lapping
the shore, sand whispering secrets
to footsteps gathered and carried away.
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