China

the energy, the glass,
the morning fogs,
the energy, steel, steel,
concrete and more steel.
Steamed buns, spit,
the vibrance,
fuck sleep, do away with it,
the energy,
the memories erased,
sticky chopsticks,
the lust,
the energy,
just no room for anything else
but luxury goods.

the haven, the dream,
my cowardice, my disquiet.

the alternate beauty,
the otherworldly reality.

we torch-bearers

We will come to you, we torch-bearers,
incensed with the puritan flame,
with the zealous cleansing drive;
in the devoted night you'll hear us,
coming in the trampled rush of the end of times.

Ours is a land of light, and you,
you are just rotten wood, asking
- in your constant waking dream -
to be burned and purified for once, liberated
from this horrible doubt harboured
in your hearts.