We are the furious Wind—Tristan Tzara

1
The fog here
is a thick wall—
    so thick
    so invincible
         no religion
         can break it
               no scheme
               can break in

2
The wind
                 boomboom
                                      is dada

The wind
                 boomboom
                                      is Confucius

The wind
                 boomboom
                                      is a whisper

The wind
                 boomboom
                                      is Chinese

The wind
                 boomboom
                                      is my language

The wind
        boomboom
                   is my voice

3
The wind
settles on grass

With the wind on it
grass becomes experience

On grass
the wind becomes visible

4
The wind
settles on river

River becomes
mirror

River is mirror
with million miens

5
The dew
settles on river

River
becomes hieroglyphic

River
is curved with words

River
is curved with faces—

Faces that I have seen
only in my dreams

6
Just a while ago
a farmer walked by

I looked at him
and he at me

I wondered
what was on his mind.

Did he wonder
what was on mine?

As I looked at him proceeding
his silence was haunting me.

Papa Osmubal writes from Macau, Southern China.