graves in china

750,000 die prematurely from air pollution…

are they in lines
dotting the few remaining undeveloped hills
like crosses, here
or maybe billboards
anyway,
the diseases
the movements of corpses

the ballet!
it must be graceful
in memory
in coordination efficiency
… those many morgues …

is there pain–
mass suffering, a hateful vestige
for the state
or for us
anyway,
are they allowed even
to make such street rivers?

how may fields
find themselves mowed of colour
when the bouquets
come calling?
do the charred fortitudes
find themselves burnished
with reds, pinks, or whites?

or are things
un poquito más fácil
than I’ve described?
they’re packaged, those
big bang remnants
and put in chinese
takeaway boxes.