Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 83

For this situation truly has taken me aback.
With Shenzhen’s metamorphosis progressing,
I fear I am now just timber for the lumberjack.
And so I have served my last purpose,
A high-speed railway track now takes my place.
With my mind drifting away, my life comes to a close.
I glimpse cars whiz by as I await the furnace.
I cherish the fleeting moment before I am effaced
To wonder about this inextricable mystery:
How was I so effortlessly removed with no trace
When I survived everything nature could hurl at me?