Girl paused, turned at split tongue beginning some parallelto bisect a country. From behind her, bodies of charred siblingsbarreled and passed, paving the trail aheadwith kin flesh. korea is an oxymoron, for whenhas a halving so visible been so indivisible? There is a line inside this body.There is no modern nation without the u.s.passing through it. Grandmother,spring in Baekdu Mountain must be beautiful —even the turn of the seasons will mar it.Like you, the musk deer and the black bear do not knowsome spit-up border but their own propheticqueer orbits of forage, despitethe pollutants and subterfuges. Even their reincarnations.