Chen-ou Liu's Translation Project: First English-Chinese Haiku and Tanka Blog

Monday, December 26, 2011

Shadow Kill

Drinking alone by moonlight.
Shadow, I miss us having the time
to talk everything to death

like we used to under the sun.

He says nothing, staring at the moon.
Then I club his head, slit his throat
pull forth the guts, tear the body
into pieces through which I wade.

Published in Sketchbook, 6:5, September/October 2011