POETRY BY D. A. WILSON
The Rooms
I can write this thing now.
What can I do with it?
Discover
the myriad rooms,
open the hidden files
of existence.
When we have explored thoroughly
our
own closed world,
we hook up to larger networks
(sometimes by happen chance).
The universe
of intelligence
learning how to observe,
enjoy itself.
HONG KONG TRANSFER
The Union Jack
comes down
the Chinese flag goes up
probably no opium in the hall.
Prince Charles makes
jolly
with Jiang Zemin.
If the soldiers march
with such precision...
Live via C-
Chinese National Television
-
Cut to music
young
woman dancing
softly fluttering as new butterflies
in Tiananmen Square
all lovely smiles
pretty
feet lightly tripping
over the ghost of blood
and the slumbering spirit
of the Goddess
of Democracy.
-
June 30, 1997 (July 1, in
Hong Kong and
Beijing)
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