Ching Ming Festival
Ma said, the one lying here is Pa.
When he passed, pomegranates were about to ripen.
How his death, had different doppelgangers.
The deceitfully untrustworthy version
written by the government in darkness;
Full of loopholes, ridiculed by historians.
Ma said, due to politics
her love chapter halted too hastily.
Thus I became a posthumous kid.
Even the family name, was confiscated, seized.
Ma said, my Pa was Educationalist
using his demise as metaphor, to educate the public,
to weather the government, better, in the chill.
Ma said, the one just buried lying beside my dad
was ‘The End’ of BN, its tombstone newly built.
She ended her line with a little gleam.
Three years old, tis the first time
I saw Ma. Smile.