Creditor Poem by Kong Yin
Creditor
Chandelier lit,
house heated,
toasting my guests.
An uninvited guest
hurried in without knocking,
wordlessly circled
then left.
Following his departure
the lights dimmed
the fireplace went nearly out
and quietly the clamorous guests retired.
From the sumptuous dishes
I picked up
a piece of bread -
despairingly I realized
my teeth could no longer bite through it.
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