The One Face I Remembered

The One Face I Remembered


to describe him as repulsively ugly
would be quite appropriate
as well as convenient
but how irresponsible
it seems
a phrase that amounts to saying nothing
because you still wouldn't know
what he actually looked like
his is the only face I've remembered
out of all the strangers I’ve seen
emaciated looking the face of an ordinary worker
by the crematorium furnaces
that day I was pushing
the corpse of my mother along on a trolley
when he blocked my path and said
“Leave it to me. This is not for you.”
I handed over the carton
of Three Five cigarettes I had brought with me
he accepted this without the slightest reaction
and walked away, pushing the trolley
the man who was taking my mother off
to her final resting place


Yi Sha, 1998.

If I only could write!

Anoying my flist with yet another post

I post “Naked” a companion piece of “Bright Moon” at 30minutefics. Hope I get verbs a little better than usual (cross fingers). I’m studying English grammar, but lets face it: Is sooooo boring. Grammar is those kind of things you learn just for a sense of duty.

http://www.livejournal.com/community/30minutefics/165230.html

Please, if you pick a mistake just tell me, is the only way I could learn this stuff.