A Chilling End in Chonquing
On the floor you lay slumped ... limp
Your wick snuffed out... your fire gone
You’re cold ...cold as a Nordic stream
Unmoving in a dark Hotel ...a Room.
.....unnerving
It says without a doubt...the final
Here ring out the death bells
Of your mortality.
And LuLu wept a tear that was not heard...
A tear in dignity her face a mask
She acts as she is bid..in LuLu’s world
Most is forbidden
In this dangerous web of febrile politics.
The corridors of twist turn long ...
The end is out of sight
In modern Steel
The corners come
Where Kafka hides.. pinned to the walls
And Mr Bo remains.
And LuLu stands in fear.
Sharp grief a shard
Each memory a dart
Two children.
..danger lurks.
The old Jialing river creeps along
Reaching the Yangtze at the long River Bridge.
Women with hats that point towards the sun
Bend day on day for rice and tea ..
On banks of fertile meadows
The tea you drank was bitter venom
Poison skinned your guts
Deadly toxins..
Ate thru your epitheliam linings
And you lay slumped
LuLu is beside you..
...her Mandarin is silenced
Mr Bo is by the seas of Beidaihe
Sips teas and eating rice
And that Great Wall sweeps down towards the edge.
Kristine Byrne...4th April...2012...(revised dec 2013)