Ink
there is a river of ink
under the earth
its walls are carved with the faces of men
who are gone into the obscure
beyond the dark
all are nameless
unless the living speak
we have set you down the course
with fire and with music and wine
and coins on your eyes
with flowers and sweet green leaves
arranged along your sides
so speak for us in the halls of the gods
when it is our time
and say that all the rites were done
and the death offering burned
that you may pass on
The front rank of the Terracotta Army in Pit 1 at the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor near Xi'an, PRC by BrokenSphere.
