e called you the “Chinky Chinaman,” not in
derision, but in love,
You were more anglo than us, playing hard at
life as a poker game,
Where you always filled inside straights with
your ancient wisdom, about
us roundeyes.

I never thought that life, the ultimate poker
game, would find you,
with your chips strewn like petalless flowers on
its table.

And as I came to that place where we met for
the last time,
Your words, "Seize the moments of eternity,"
drifted towards me as the anglo music gave a softness
to the black suited mourners.

We your friends, backgrounded our nascent culture
without the graciousness of your friends of ancient
But somehow we fused our worlds at your funeral


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