Songs for Ghosts - II
I never felt at home in London, its heavens
are full of tin cans
and model planes. The distinctions
don’t matter when you still
can’t count the stars, when the lunar calendar
is shattered.
With every passing day I watch
the sky stretch further from me, as if
being pulled by some giant Chimera.
Pangu grows and I
diminish.
This is how the hunter
becomes
the hunted.
Songs for Ghosts - III
Carrying fear aquatic
in my veins,
I howled beneath a moonless sky.
An ambulance broke down
nearby – like a rabid animal the silence
hunted the sirens.
I begged to be left at the foot
of Mount Tai, where my book could
change and grow. Huangdi rose
and the cosmos enveloped me,
for the first time I saw that the Chimera
was a Qilin.
The streets glistened with
dew-covered lotuses, bells chimed
in the distance
and I knew
I didn’t belong there –my ship
sank years ago.
by Aaron Kent - Twitter: @GodzillaKent - more info HERE