1898 c/o Luke Thompson

‘Let us go insect-hunting tonight,’ the poet said. ‘It will be dark and I have many lanterns ready.’

do not
leave the city

cicadas and crickets
in bamboo cages

eating melon rind
singing about melon

on a spring night
Kiriyama hears
still, small voices
risen from clay

a ghost-song in the jar
where our parents died

and at my funeral
the cage will open

but instead of insects
lizards and birds