The Titanic is falling from the sky
& we are innocent in ignorance
Even the village madman, like
Pied Piper, knows
to keep deer away from the river
As the birds caw their elegies,
enchanting orphans into heralds,
we pan for gold with coal skin,
tidy the storm’s playroom
with what merciful banknotes 
the dead deserves, 
this kind of fraughtness
that keeps us on the gods’ tightrope
in flesh that wastes away
to stardust in forgotten corners

About Willow Kang

Willow is a writer from Singapore. After school, you can find her lounging about lazily, reading or listening to music.

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