Patroclus

Patroclus

Forget he held me in his arms / before our burnt bones shared an urn. // Forget the past and let us rest. / Step up. Bow. Take your own turn.

Boatman

Boatman Mary Soon Lee Special cargo, the lieutenant told Shu. Top speed, don’t dock at towns. Ten men who can help you out on the barge. And twenty horses. Shu knew better than to tell the lieutenant the river was running rough, glutted with spring rain,...