A Small Rat in Prison
for little Xia
A small rat passes through the iron bars
paces back and forth on the window ledge
the peeling walls are watching him
the blood-filled mosquitoes are watching him
he even draws the moon from the sky,
silver
shadow casts down
beauty, as if in flight
a very gentryman the rat tonight
doesn't eat nor drink nor grind his teeth
as he stares with his sly bright eyes,
strolling in the moonlight
Copyright © 2009 by Liu Xiaob
and PNoy bows to Chinese pressure to have our people avoid the ceremony.
His father and mother would bow their heads in shame.
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