← v11n2, Fall 2012
Poetry · Volume 11, Number 2

Adornment on an Ancient Tomb in Tibet

They bear a venerable weight on poles balanced on their shoulders,

      the sum of their incarnations bundled in leather and tied

With thongs. Windblown snow makes their burden heavier.

      To compensate, they cast off memories. This side

Of the Mountain, the ice pack is littered with stories

      left behind by other pilgrims. Traveler, you dare

Not touch them: they are poisonous histories

      of men and women frozen in tableaus of desire

And stranded forever in this wilderness. Shift the pain

      of the pole on your left shoulder. Stumble on.

The ice will come for you soon enough, blesséd one.