– لنډۍ ¬




Bones sprout in antiquity. Decorate antiquity.

Many moistures


are injected by fresh hands. Space

is uttered by bones

as is walking.


Bones walked through thousands of years

and passed it: where other bones

were crying


Tossed-out bones penetrate

each night.

A global family as resolute

as constellations, braced


immovably between holidays and funerals.

Some face archeology, face the radiant crumble

of culture in center exhibit.


Some escape into the flesh

piece together a human shape

and then, devour the remaining bones

– Yang Xiaobin. Bones, excerpt from Hard Objects

translated by Canaan Morse