Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2019 | Page 110

Going to Brava, Malindi, the farthest reaching Mozambique.
Heading back to realize the Dragon could no longer await his arrival,
Sanbao vowed to fulfill his last wish at all costs.
Barred from the seas he turned to scrutinize the journal,
And a red cross was marked on the map when someone knocks.
Not knowing it was his last salute,
Sanbao sailed directly to the marked cross:
No twists and turns, no stopping en route.
And there, gleaming as if about to burst, the awaited treasure was.
But on their way back was a storm,
And Sanbao watched helplessly as
one trunk… two trunks… the trunk…
Sank… sank… sank… to the bottom of the sea.
There was no firestorm, no one was informed
As Sanbao jumped and
Sank… sank… sank… to the bottom of the sea,
Heavy with guilt.”