Sunday, September 9, 2018

What Washes Up on Penghu Shores

western wind lashes flatland
and rain splashes coral limestone 
 melting walls, collapsing roofs of sand
abandoned homes left alone
  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
to tumble down in hate 
i would rather breeze across these islands 
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
 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
   with less foreign pollution  
trapped in a heart-shaped weir
  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
September 9, 2018
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