Sonnet 146
Laijon Liu 20160710
Fine silk fabric to dress my body
Handcrafted mahogany casket to box this corpse
Silver trays and crystal cups feed my mouth
Orchestra and opera cater my aesthetic choice
I’m rotting every minute, this stench breath
Waste excrete through the pores of my skin
So I routinely bathe and apply perfume
Because the body can be cleansed, unlike soul
The sewage pipes spread beneath the city, like webs
Statues in the parks, trophies in glass cabinet
A wall of books on all subjects ready to serve
But my soul is still hungry, and hungry
I lust for the body, it's beautiful, athletic
That temporary cloth wrapped a dark worm
