!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>pathos is the skyward tanka by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>pathos is the skyward tanka/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /h2> div id=”content”> p> a mother swathed in muslinbr /> scavenging, rubble/p> p>behind the sea of biscaybr /> a burned down house on a moundbr /> a bargain respect, absent /p> p>what was us, what was sweet homebr /> lost to an ornery soundbr /> shanks pressed into the pallid/p> p>how they grieve even –/p> p>in flight, there’s nothingbr /> no coast, of drift, remembrance/p> p>so she writes becausebr /> she forgets what she puts downbr /> rope and field of lies/p> p>rising flames, a white refrain/p> p>driftpin verse forms miscreantbr /> as if resting on water –br /> a sail, ascension /p> br> /body> /html>
