Hok Alam

Hok,
your elephantine
soles skipped
swollen corpses
but crushed
damp mushrooms,
umbrellas to ants.
fractured ribs of your
offsprings in those
mushrooms
can no longer cut your soles
as you've already
travelled to million alien moons.

This poem is about: 
My family

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