I could write
encryption
& who would understand
such hidden meanings?

Those dead dragonflies
littering a bamboo mat
& violent cracks appearing
on dangling crystals.
What of those ravens
sitting on elastic wires
bending in the wind,
cawing the sins
of their fathers.

And those proud faces,
those red-haird harpies
injecting salt,
singing long
into the night,
ballads of the brokenhearted.

I would write
encryption,
and who could understand
such hidden meanings?