Jul 092011

by Changming Yuan

Amidst the waves sits still a stark noun

Like a coral island in the east sea

Looming in and out in the star light

Through the trees runs a little verb

As if to flee from one valley to another

In case the sun’s arrows should hit it too hard

Above the clouds thunders a series of adverbs

Their sounds too loud to produce an echo

Even in a great hall of fame

Beyond the skyline drift some adjectives

Ready to fall with last year’s narration

Greyer than the greyest patch of history

And to make all these sounds flow out of my heart

Is already stressful enough

Nevertheless, I will keep pumping out these words

All so blood-soaked