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The Sun Magazine


Poetry by Thomas Wiloch

One day the Lord Shantih was approached by an aged beggar who carried a staff.

“May I walk with you, my Lord?” said the beggar.

“And what path do you wish to follow?” Lord Shantih asked.

“I wish to follow the path that leads from today,” said the beggar, “for today I have killed a man.”

“No path leads there,” Lord Shantih said, dismissing him. “Your staff shall grow branches before you can leave your deeds behind you.”