Burning Wheat

I am that comet you all have cursed,

in the dark void drifting aimless and unsettled.

Love me like an avenger's lost

last chance at revenge.

I am that person whose shadow was carved on the tree,

and from that day on taken for dead.

Love me like a hallucination

in a crazed killer's fevered brain.

I am that wheat that Heaven too has singed with fire,

that has shivered even from the dog days' sunlight.

Love me like a masochist.

As you cherish reason when the unreasonable surround you.

I am that wolf whose cold bright bones the witch doctor holds in her hand.

To soil, to air, to flame, to water I will scatter like a spell.

Love me like miracles not seen even when sun and moon align

in the sixth degree under the sign of the ram.

August 25, 2004, Ürümchi

*Translated from the Uyghur by Joshua L. Freeman. See another of his translations *

*in the Advocate here.  *

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