A whole box of human hearts, each
Still beating fresh like skinned toads
Two rows of shiny skeletons of unknown gods
All fingers longer than legs, toes bigger than skulls
Three sets of knives, blades extremely blunt
With evil spirits and devilish impulses
Four giant alarm clocks, making thunderous noises
Waking up all dead from as many directions
Five bottles of wine filled with soaked souls
As colouful as the rainbow above the styx
Can I just have the reddest heart please?
Sure, it’s free
Yuan Changming, nine-time Pushcart and one-time Best of Net nominee, published monographs on translation before moving out of China. Currently, Yuan edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver; credits include Best of Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17), BestNewPoemsOnline, Threepenny Review and 1309 others.