101

The rats begin to chew
The sheets. There’s murmuring down below.
Now there’s ingratitude!

102

I am the wife of Mao Tse-tung
Who raised the weak above the strong
When I appear the people hang
Upon my words, and for his sake
Whose wreaths are heavy round my neck
I speak according to the book.
…Let me be
A grain of sand in heaven’s eye
And I shall taste eternal joy.

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