Ma Phae Wah

 

Killed in winter

By bitter hands:

Sister betrayed!

Careless laid: cursed.

I paid a price unfair – and the worst.

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Then, gold leaf cast

On my vast pain

At last did ease

And then please me.

Burmese blessings sought me – made me free!

 

Now graves I guard,

But none barred rest;

The scarred or whole:

Each one’s toll paid.

Your soul will have a place – ready-made.