Spiritual

The crimson silk kimono 
hangs over her body 
carrying the soul of tradition 
and the pride of ancestry 
Her voice sings mournfully 
to the gods who were abandoned 
for poisonous smoke 
over the touch of incense 
She cries for her children 
not yet born, who will 
never see her dance 
the praises of the dragon 
The silk road has vanished 
under the weight of pavement 
red ribbons long blown away 
now oil stains on the earth 
Demure and saddened 
she watches the dragon fly 
red scales of the Orient 
disappear into the sun

Red Mourning