he woke up
dressed
brushed his teeth
drank a cup of coffee
and went to the church
it was his own funeral
I never saw him since
they must have buried him
–Suchoon Mo,
Frog Mantra
Accents Publishing
he woke up
dressed
brushed his teeth
drank a cup of coffee
and went to the church
it was his own funeral
I never saw him since
they must have buried him
–Suchoon Mo,
Frog Mantra
Accents Publishing
upon the roof of a funeral home
a little bird sings
hey you
hey you
hey you you you
shut up!
a mortician says
to a corpse
–Suchoon Mo,
Frog Mantra
Accents Publishing
sadly this is my conclusion
it is sad because cats are not sad at all
the sound of one hand clapping
is the sound of our civilization
sadly this is my conclusion
it is sad because he lost his hand in the war
–Suchoon Mo,
Frog Mantra
Accents Publishing
they were friends
good friends
they became old
they were still friends
still good friends
their wives died
their children went away
their cats became senile
just two old men
just two friends
just two good friends
one evening
as the sun was going down
they made a vow
that they would come
to each other’s funeral
one day
one died
and both went to each other’s funeral
they were still friends
they were still good friends
–Suchoon Mo,
Frog Mantra
Accents Publishing
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I come here to pray
in an abandoned temple
seekers are long gone
the road stops here
no reason to look back
on a dusty stool
a fly is still and serene
a shaft of sunlight
I sit by the fly
just two of us
the end of the long road
why am I holding a gun
aiming at nothing?
I seek no answer
there is no need
no end to turmoil
being awake in silence
stench of the temple
life and death are alike
soul is empty
a grave yard outside
flowers and grass are all dead
so are the tombstones
here I am to stay
and rest
–Suchoon Mo,
Frog Mantra (2012)
Accents Publishing
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