/ Dunhuang
Dunhuang Grottoes
are like a row of buckets
under a mare’s belly
The sound of milk drips through the ears —
A person with torn ears comes from distant grasslands
to this last valley
Flowers hang
from his torn ears
Dunhuang is a forest
burned a thousand years ago
the last forest
in an unknown valley — where I exchange
salt and grain
I dig the caves, and before I die, paint you
the image of the last beautiful man
for a female squirrel
a female bee
for them to be pregnant again in the spring
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