Satchid Anandan writes

Then Suddenly

I saw myself among the dead

hiding my face in an umbrella in the rain,

in a black cloak,

like an evening shadow.

I wanted to sing a song, a strange song

about horses, cranes and ships,

just a song that has neither flowers nor birds,

neither sunrises nor  love-affairs.

But my lips had been sewn together;

my ears , filled with earth.

Then suddenly the sun rose. 

--Bobby Yip