Li Bai and Du Fu,
two poets who have
never been through my kitchen

crest then reside
on recent earth
scratching out claims
to stand above

scrubbing away
at some tumult a whole
afternoon long drinking in Heaven

fighting back and against
black Plutonic
dogs; ‘Where do the chilly winds don’t


remains an outstanding
question; halving
answers to figure easily

into the ferment of a solution