you and I worked West Virginia coal mines
collecting the black dust like sin
the day the main shaft caved in
as the lantern light guttered out
and the afterdamp swallowed us slowly
and caught a glance of the next time 'round
you and I were Red Guards in training
turned our own parents in for hoarding rice
and in the Great Leap forward
we crawled on our bellies and died
gave a cry of next time 'round
I was married at thirteen
I was buried beside my second stillborn child
my last thought it seemed
now we sink into a summer afternoon
marveling at the bounty our days contain
and we feel it like the shiver
we are the next time 'round