The clamor of the dead on the wall
spin in the lobes of my lungs
the vault of heaven’s many
Leviathan of my soul,
covered in knifepoints, making the heavens
rain down iron nails. Eternal light
strikes upon the earth’s altars.
Lord, I am foolish,
I am suffering, and my body,
like a spoon, here on this earth, sweetly scoops out
“‘我要走向上主的祭台'” © Li Hao. By arrangement with the author. Translation © 2019 by Eleanor Goodman. All rights reserved.