A Sunset in Shenzhen
Nights in the city settle graceless,
metallic, shimmering pavement
glass of the new, recycled tins
making sturdy struts, thrust
into indifferent airspace.
In a different life I loved
school carnival fireworks,
noon tea, marching in formation
and tying ribbons on old oak.
In those lives I remember
days of thrift store couches
in three room apartments,
and Blue on hi-fi,
The days of reckless whimsy,
faced against worth of
fallen things, brutal math
of loan files and above-guideline
increases.
I remember ways things shone
in moonlit silver, before
a veil dropped, revealing
butcher’s blade beneath,
Our holy words.
