Two Poems

A Cultured Lady
The youngest were the cruelest, she tells me
because they proceeded not from calculated policy
but from true hearts on red, pure fire

They did not stop until they were stopped:
rival factions fighting, factories invaded, the countryside
smothering, white-boned demons denounced
Under the spreading chestnut tree....
The smartest of them saw the game
and sold one another out,
and survived
They still walk and breathe, eat
and fuck and you are making love
to one of them every time
you kiss my thin, red, lips

People’s Liberation Army Barracks, Hong Kong. 2014.07.01
The army opened the gates,
the barracks, the sports fields,
the armoury to us today
So we now know
when we are gunned down
it will be by lonely

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