Jade
Highway
Ross Balcom
We drank
blood
from the
same cup.
That
Chinese witch and I,
we were
made for each other.
News of her
death reached me
from Mr.
Li.
Though I
see her face on a million demons,
still I
miss her.
Old and
dirty and crazed,
I lick her
bones on the jade highway.
Poet's Notes: I enjoy reading Chinese
poetry, old or new. Here is my "Chinese" poem. The title came first,
and the rest came down the mental pike a week or so later. There is nothing
autobiographical about this poem; it's entirely a product of my imagination. I
will cruise forever the jade highway of my mind.
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