Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2017 | Page 186

Walking these roads
of cities sieged with blood
for a reminder,
walking these roads
of cities dredged in dust
for a conscience
I had long forgotten
yet I had not:
I am but a passerby.
The tales I tell with feet
that tail
a history I mesmerise
but not too much
is one we all know
is as such—
I turn heads with my nakedness,
unpeeling the city’s golden touch.