A bone is everywhere’s inside
Stupid white bone inside shirt
And speaking and writing dogs
Barking at midnight’s shadows
Flowing like rivers flooding city.
Bone sleeps inside us to laugh,
The stupid white bone for dog.
A dog barks for bone and at it.
The bone is cage for red blood
We bleed in white bone’s death
And for a fan to whir anxiously.
(After reading the Japanese poet Nakahara Chuya’s poem A Bone)