‘Valley of Forgotten Days’ and other poems
By: Sha Weï
Valley of Forgotten Days
I safekeep my childhood dew
on the split end
of your salty
sailor hair
I relive my forgotten days
in the fog-laden valley
of your unavailable
lush dimple
I hear my naked songbird
in your holistic thunder
sings the piercing way
how you call my name
I rest the end of my breath
in your battlefield cage
lost the solemn key
to the way you hide your death
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Brothel of nous
I am an orphan to my parents
I am an outlander to my country
I am an intruder to myself
I am a brothel to my nous
I am a motel sign in heaven
I am a wedding ring in a tomb
I am a fist in a pocket
I am faith in a laboratory
I am a dog of capitalism
I am a silhouette of beau idéal
I am the silence of structural violence
I am the élan vital of cosmos
I am a hero in the making
I am a tragedy in the telling
I am a crocodile in hiding
I am a volcano in waiting
I am a victim with a grin
I am a shadow with an audience
I am a chess match with the death
I am a dessert with a wildflower
I am a prisoner without a cell
I am a mother without a child
I am a funeral without a corpse
I am a rosebud without a tycoon
I am an infant on the deathbed
I am a terrorist on the other side
I am a tank on a meadow
I am mortality on a leash
I am a hand around your throat
I am a hand around your waist
I am a hand on a trigger
I am a hand on a crib
I am a cigarette break from 9 to 5 slavery
I am a blade across an eyeball
I am closed eyes in the mirror
I am a God never arrives
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Closed Eyes of Argumentative Sky
By the time Galileo shouts out my past lives
Into the argumentative sky
I will already be gone
By the time my firstborn opens her Venus eyes
Brushes the vulgar fur of our world for the first time
I will already be gone
By the time the edge of the cosmos
Confesses to the child-thieving time
I will already be gone
By the time the eternal tide
Devours the God-seeking sun
I will already be gone
By the time I learn to cry the jewels of joy
Rain my eau-de-vie into the naked sea
I will already be gone
By the time Joan of Arc betrays her breasts
Finally burn me on the lonesome stake
I am forever gone