Ashley Zheng
||: Poem, pome, pomegranate
hanging on Charon’s bone-dry hands

bone-dry, boundary
divided by Styx, ferry foul waves

foul waves, four waves, forever
exiled ghosts, bare skin pierced by quill

quill, bewail, becquerel 
the speed nucleuses decay and the souls

reassemble, resemble
crows crouched over winter’s roof

winter’s roof, withered, aloof,
black feathers pecking the half-eaten poem :||

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