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 :||