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Yang Lian


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HOSPITAL

 

the lid closes    whether or not your face is hammered full of nails
spittle, as much as in a lifetime of humiliation,
long since bleached out this light, easy death

a hand canít reach its own pain
the darkness of this night    stands altogether outside events
you rent four flimsy walls

listen to the river flowing inside a paper carton
between bones left blank    listen to the storm
wait for the next patient

as another tear flies into your eye
a shrill shout    collides with the shining glass
becomes a cheer    youíre ruthlessly driving the nails in

 

© Yang Lian


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Last updated 04 October, 2001