Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2018 | Page 13

He saw heaps of silvery rocks and reddish mounds
Dark viscous liquid coming out of the ground
Machines screeching and squeaking, leaving no peace
Should I take out my Jingubang 5 to fight these beasts?
He switched on his down-the-wind-ears and thousand-league-eyes 6 at a vantage
People of different colours speaking different languages
Laughter and joy in every occasion, big and small
Wouldn’t it be great to befriend them all?
He spotted miles of roads of gravel and sand, unpaved in their entirety
Bumpy as the old horse trails in Tang Dynasty
Vehicles puffing on creaky tracks in slow ways
How come they have not advanced much from the old days?
He almost bumped into gigantic white windmills organised in arrays
Black panels lying on hilltops following sun’s rays
Cables stretching out far on the dunes
Are they absorbing the essence of su n and moon? 7
After two years, Monkey King returned home
A gentleman, whose name was Uncle Xi, awaited him in a stately room
Monkey King retold his eye-opening journey to the West
Uncle listened with zest
At last, Uncle beamed a huge smile
There are goods to trade
Room to gain
And much to learn
It is all going to be worthwhile
So he summoned his team
And started a Belt and Road scheme