western wind lashes flatland
and rain splashes coral limestone
melting walls, collapsing roofs of sand
melting walls, collapsing roofs of sand
abandoned homes left alone
in the salty breeze
become a tourist zone
in the salty breeze
become a tourist zone
with no better fishing hole
living where the tide is low
in the Penghu archipelago
but now junks with cash bait
and fishermen with ambition
to Chinese rendezvous wait
better to naturally disintegrate
than fall into shadows of toppled canyons
than fall into shadows of toppled canyons
to tumble down in hate
i would rather breeze across these islands
than like grains of sand blasted
than like grains of sand blasted
from Manhattan and Long to Staten
on countless Penghu shores
simplified characters appear washed up
on plastic labels consumers bore
on plastic labels consumers bore
typhoon west wind wanders
counter-clockwise from Taiwan
as invasive investors ponder
empty tombs of living rooms
eighteen-percenters disgusted
their casino bay doomed
without a resolution
Magong is better suited
Magong is better suited
with less foreign pollution
trapped in a heart-shaped weir
let the future wait
let the future wait
before it is late here
forgo a modern state
choose to die like seven beauties
rather then be by pirates raped
in a windswept mind i shall sustain
like gentle lapping waves
weathering my life the same
weathering my life the same
September 9, 2018
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