Poetry in Motion

Poetry in Motion: Vanitas

They crawl

over duck bones

on my blue and white china—

ten, fifteen, twenty—

what, am I a Buddhist,

to feel this revulsion in my marrow

at that sickly sweet smell, easier to bear

than the crunch?

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