Grandma said

Ashes from incense

Make the finest talc

Perfect for suffocation


There is the river

But a woman must do it

In that big bronze basin

In front of the family altar

Those tablets carved with

Names of male ancestors and

That big register of male births


These things bear witness

To a woman’s burden

Her guilt of bearing

A worthless


(c) Mary Tang 鄧許文蘭 2015

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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