Tightly wrapped
with silk
the pale young body
a lotus flower
is buried five meters under the soil.
You and I
stand by the gravestone, like stones
or stone horses.

We are buried in
all immortals.
The grave is closed, the sound
ringing in the world.

One evening
I walk through a busy street
alone. Suddenly I smell
a lotus scent, and hear
an organ vaguely.
The mummy is sending a message
from the dark underground
five meters below.