We are the furious Wind—Tristan Tzara
1
The fog here
is a thick wall—
so thick
so invincible
no religion
can break it
no scheme
can break in
2
The wind
boomboom
is dada
The wind
boomboom
is Confucius
The wind
boomboom
is a whisper
The wind
boomboom
is Chinese
The wind
boomboom
is my language
The wind
boomboom
is my voice
3
The wind
settles on grass
With the wind on it
grass becomes experience
On grass
the wind becomes visible
4
The wind
settles on river
River becomes
mirror
River is mirror
with million miens
5
The dew
settles on river
River
becomes hieroglyphic
River
is curved with words
River
is curved with faces—
Faces that I have seen
only in my dreams
6
Just a while ago
a farmer walked by
I looked at him
and he at me
I wondered
what was on his mind.
Did he wonder
what was on mine?
As I looked at him proceeding
his silence was haunting me.
Papa Osmubal writes from Macau, Southern China.
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