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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Chinese Cemetery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">smoke trails the sky<br>over the cemetery</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">hell money burns<br>casting a misty layer<br>between this world <br>and the next</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">but not its reality<br>even after death<br>you need money<br>they reckon</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">stacks and stacks<br>they burn<br>every stack twenty million<br>everyone wants <br>their late next of kin<br>to be billionaires<br>to be rich</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">of course they wish<br>in turn they would<br>be made rich too<br>through their proxies<br>in the next world</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">at funeral they would<br>even burn paper mercedes<br>rolls royce, bungalows<br>computer, washing <br>machine, television set</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">well you name it<br>they have it<br>for the departed<br>need them like<br>they were still alive</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">they had buried <br>their dead but never<br>their memories </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">they trail the smoke<br>to the hearts of <br>the departed<br>a thin line between<br>this world and the next</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">after the visit, <br>they would go back<br>to wait for dreams<br>in case they have<br>done things not correct<br>for the hereafter</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">here among the old <br>and new graves<br>the tended as well<br>as the less tended<br>it takes only a little plastic <br>bag to send ripples<br>of sadness in the<br>lake of my heart </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">a little bag that leans <br>onto the base of <br>a gravestone<br>like a child in the bossom <br>of a granny <br>holding so much love <br>with its groundniuts, <br>chinese olives and sweets </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the little bag carries<br>so much of affections<br>this world and the next<br>it bursts the seams <br>of my emphathies for <br>perhaps one little child<br>who has promised to<br>be back at granny's side<br>every year</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i could almost hear <br>a child sob; 'Granny, <br>take care, I will be back <br>the next all souls.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a></strong></div>