Saturday, May 21, 2016

A Rui Xiao Poem (4)

The Madness of Crowds

The madness of crowds
in this world of chaos
we the people clearly
made ourselves crazy

In the cacophony
you who seemed like
a gun of calmness
you kept misfiring

Wearing white linen
in full mourning now
losing mother and father
you entered your dark age

Where there is nothing
to be done about the dark
or the consequences of dark
the dark just the dark more dark

Living in the same flow of time
different places switching
loves like floating wood
moves toward a dirty future

Life goes on fast and broken
from the dread and déja vu
and in every bad dream alas
you will open fire on yourself.


(Trans. Rui Xiao and Rob Schackne)

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