Hong Kong

To open a large book
Large themes,large ideas
To pull back a clean,crisp page of paper
cut
Under short,dirty nails
The digit’s wound like the thousand
Tiny bothersome slits on my heart
No blood
Just toe curling,head lilting feelings
From ideas from a large book.

Symbols riding,rolling,crashing
Shining very plainly off the pages
Of a large book
One to amplify the shame of being
Destroyer,violator,adult child,thief
To realize the role must be played out
The choice not ours
And out of the brutality of wrongs
Can grow wonderful,good answers
To redeem for the nature of being
Part of a circle broken.