Words--for XN

There is no sun in this city
Black night fattens the maggots and worms
One body in rigor mortis
        struggles to right itself
As if intending to prop up the sky here
The lucky people are mice
        the unlucky, stones
Between the lucky and the unlucky
Between the stones and the mice
Only you can understand
        what it means.


                 Tienanmen Square, Beijing
                 Spring 1989

Mike O'Connor | Upon Finishing a Poem
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