Khúc hát mật mã Cipher song

Cipher song

we hide the stories
on our sleeves, patchwork of cotton veins.
Scribe them on carriers for sleeping
Babies, weave our ballads to the sash.
Forge paper from our aprons, and our
bodies will be books. Learn the language
of jackets: the way a pleat commands
a line, the way collars unfold as page,
sign our names in thread. The footprint
of an elephant. Snail’s shell. Ram’s horn.
When the words burn, all that’s left is ash.