have now returned here where I saw you away
two years ago but it seems just yesterday.
wind blows gently, the sun sheds yellow light
the row of lopsided tombstones – what a blight!
evening sun fell on every spotted tree root,
were resting resigned in the coffin deaf mute.
couldn't help you being forever to depart,
their choked sobbings into their heart.
the crematory as to eternity a passport holder
last stage you carried the cross on your shoulder.
followed you, hanging down like a stooping leaf;
wife and children sank in inconsolable grief.
is the place I waved my hand in mind so sour
last location you received each farewell flower:
flowers were multicolored, but in such a dole
were purple, grey, livid, dark inside my soul.
is the crematorium with high-tension potential
thousand volts, to integrate with the essential
to it even so hot, you were to yourself resign
dust, back to dust, oh this dear scion of mine.
am standing here to invoke your wandering spirit
on wind and clouds onto my shoulder to sit
that father and son, our two souls harmonize,
find happiness though in a jiff ceasing to agonize.
translation by THANH-THANH