another fatuous poetry post for which I beg your indulgence/pardon:
A (sort of fledgling) Ballad of North and South
Oh, North is there and South is here, and never the twain shall meet,
Though in both, “pyeonghwa” means peace, rice – daily bread, and kimchi – daily meat.
Oh, most kimchi is sour, cringingly sour, but kimchi can also be sweet;
Pyongyang and Seoul, souls of two halves of one whole,
Who can say when, if again, ever the twain – in pyeonghwa – shall meet?