Your Death
I saw your death yesterday in your fingers. / It was death like people had in the old days.
Tenzin Dickyi
Tenzin Dickyi studied at the Tibetan Children’s Village School in India, and Cambridge Rindge, Latin High, and Harvard University in the U.S. Currently she lives and works in New York. Tenzin Dickyi website at Tenzin Dickyi profile at Interview with Tenzin Dickyi at More of Tenzin Dickyi’s writings on More of Tenzin Dickyi’s poems at …
The Question of Linguistic Autonomy for Tibetans
If both the spoken and written language of a people die, then it is as if the entire population of that people has died and the people have been decimated.
Bus Rides in Tibet
I went on a lot of bus rides in Tibet. My first bus ride was along the Golok-Xiling route.
Return to Snows
Snowflakes pull their punches landing / On my face much as cats do,
Amdo Sershul
Amdo Sershul hoards his war stories, / deals them out sparingly to passers-by / in their times of need.
Yuthok Lane
This is how it will be. / We will take a walk on concrete, not blue tiles.
In the Fall
This year’s crop did not flower. / It was the lack of rain compounded by
Verdict
Ladies and gentlemen, / these trace fossils belong to / our dearly departed Tyrannosaurus Rex.
The Burial
For a complicit people, / forgiveness must come first, / then perhaps freedom.