Black River

I know funerals,I know ancient Nuosu funerals on the great mountain.(On a black river human eyesflicker with golden light.)

I’ve seen a river of people quietly passing through the valley.I’ve seen a river of people overflowing with ripples of sorrow.Passing heavily through this changing world.Passing heavily through this mystical world.

I’ve seen a river of people converge into an ocean,clamor beside the dead, the ancestors’ totems being imagined in the  sky.I’ve seen people in the burial procession transforming as if in a  dreaminto clothes of primitive beauty in the muskets’ beckoning.I’ve seen the dead serene as the great mountainunder the caress of a thousand pairs of hands, listening to friendship  sing grief.

I understand funerals,I understand ancient Nuosu funerals on the great mountain.(On a black river human eyesflicker with golden light.)