名人诗歌|Yonder

1

Anything cancels

everything out.

If each point

is a singularity，

thrusting all else

aside for good，

good takes the form

of a throng¹

of empty chairs.

Or it's ants

swarming^{2 a bone.}

2

I'm afraid

I don't love

my mother

who's dead

though I once -

what does once mean？ -

did love her .

So who'll meet me over yonder？

I don't recognize the place names.

Or I do， but they come

from televised wars.