{"id":1316,"date":"2017-01-23T08:00:25","date_gmt":"2017-01-23T15:00:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1316"},"modified":"2017-01-23T13:43:30","modified_gmt":"2017-01-23T20:43:30","slug":"respect-by-mary-soon-lee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1316","title":{"rendered":"Respect by Mary Soon Lee"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-1319\" src=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/354px-Sun_Quan_Tang-221x300.jpg\" alt=\"354px-sun_quan_tang\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/354px-Sun_Quan_Tang-221x300.jpg 221w, http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/354px-Sun_Quan_Tang.jpg 354w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 221px) 100vw, 221px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Cheong stood apart from the other mourners<br \/>\non the cropped grass inside the ring of graves.<br \/>\nA waste of his time,<br \/>\nwaiting for the two kings,<br \/>\nand Cheong too old to have much time<br \/>\nleft to waste.<\/p>\n<p>Seventy-seven sandstone slabs,<br \/>\neach garlanded with paper flowers,<br \/>\neach with a chiseled name.<br \/>\nThe seventy-eighth slab<br \/>\nvoid of flowers,<br \/>\nhis son&#8217;s name standing alone.<\/p>\n<p>Cheong had incised the name himself,<br \/>\nback in the spring,<br \/>\nthe fields ready for planting,<br \/>\nbut Cheong practicing<br \/>\non fragments of sandstone,<br \/>\nworking with hammer and chisel<br \/>\nuntil he was certain<br \/>\nhis hand would not slip,<br \/>\nthat each character would be properly formed.<br \/>\nApril when he&#8217;d chipped out the name.<\/p>\n<p>Fall now,<br \/>\nthe war over,<br \/>\na demon slain,<br \/>\nthough it hadn&#8217;t been a demon<br \/>\nthat killed his son,<br \/>\nbut men,<br \/>\nthe Red King&#8217;s men, raiding,<br \/>\nthe raid that started the war.<\/p>\n<p>A waste of Cheong&#8217;s time, waiting.<br \/>\nNo king, no gold, no paper flowers<br \/>\nof any use to his son.<\/p>\n<p>Cheong was contemplating leaving<br \/>\nwhen the two kings arrived,<br \/>\nbare-headed, white-robed,<br \/>\nwalking ahead of a company of soldiers.<\/p>\n<p>King Xau, Cheong&#8217;s king,<br \/>\nstopped at the far edge<br \/>\nof the ring of graves,<br \/>\nbowed three times to the mourners,<br \/>\nsaid, &#8220;We are sorry we failed you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Not much of a speech,<br \/>\nbut the young king&#8217;s voice<br \/>\nhefted with loss.<\/p>\n<p>The other king, the Red King,<br \/>\nthe one whose soldiers<br \/>\nslaughtered Cheong&#8217;s son,<br \/>\nsaid nothing at all.<\/p>\n<p>King Xau went to the nearest grave,<br \/>\nread aloud the chiseled name,<br \/>\nbowed three times, very deeply,<br \/>\nsaid the name once more,<br \/>\nlooked to the Red King,<br \/>\nwho echoed the name.<\/p>\n<p>King Xau moved to the next grave,<br \/>\nread aloud the chiseled name.<\/p>\n<p>Men said that Xau slew the demon,<br \/>\nthat when the Red King saw him do so,<br \/>\nthen the Red King knelt to Xau<br \/>\nand pledged peace.<br \/>\nCheong old enough to remember eight wars.<br \/>\nWords as worthless as paper flowers.<\/p>\n<p>Xau came to Cheong&#8217;s son&#8217;s grave,<br \/>\nsaid the name aloud,<br \/>\nput his hand to the bare stone,<br \/>\ntouched each chiseled character.<\/p>\n<p>The king a white-robed blur.<br \/>\nCheong&#8217;s son dead.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div id=\"yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1483831431943_97973\" class=\"yiv7802293069gmail_default\"><\/div>\n<h6 class=\"yiv7802293069gmail_default\">Painting by Yen Li-Pen, from the Thirteen Emperors scroll in the Museum of Fine Arts of Boston<\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Cheong stood apart from the other mourners on the cropped grass inside the ring of graves. A waste of his time, waiting for the two kings, and Cheong too old to have much time left to waste. Seventy-seven sandstone slabs, each garlanded with paper flowers, each with a chiseled name. The seventy-eighth slab void of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1316","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1316","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1316"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1316\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1327,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1316\/revisions\/1327"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1316"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1316"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1316"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}