The McKinley Review Magazine


By: Seungbihn Park | Posted on: July 2018 

The whole village moved

to the cemetery.


High noon, high weeds,

and locusts mince the sun.


We walk the streets in the cutting wind,

looking at the abandoned homes

as if the inhabitants left

in a hurry:


piles of things, cars,

tin tubs,

a tractor, tools,

houses with furniture inside,

and lace curtains

at the windows,

empty chicken coops,

sheep pens,

and satellite dishes

on the roofs.


It’s true,

you can’t take anything with you.


The cemetery extended its new developments

into the corn field.


Through the dappled shade,

red rows of Lord’s Cows

climb the walls.



Seungbihn Park is a student at the International School of Manila. Her works have been previously recognised by the Scholastic Writing Awards.