Editor's Note: We at The Year of the Dragon have decided to post a poem written by the young author Tommy Poole. The poem titled The Hong Kong Jungle is a three piece poem with two written parts and one audio. These pieces were originally submitted last autumn to the independent publication "Swivelchair," and will be posted on this blog in three consecutive posts with pictures to accommodate the visual learners in our readership.
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The Green Jungle
Follow the rain-stained clay
past
the curbside concert of concrete noise
where
one can still hear trees tell
secrets
in Chinese characters
Where the monkeys still hustle and
cuss
at the flying kites who look
down
hoping for some careless
business
in the trees below
All the while, the jungle
breathes
in a steady green rhythm of falling
leaves,
and the wind whispers to
no one
but the ants and the undergrowth
Here, everything is
eaten
by the thin vine that
slithers
like a python toward the
concrete
like unstoppable consumption
Her victims go down quietly,
swallowed
in stones and leafy scales, for
hikers
to walk on
Tommy, I love this. Especially the first two stanzas--"hustle and / cuss" has such great sound! I've struggled to find time for writing and creativity and this post has inspired me to "get down in the corner and pray to the muses," as Dan says.
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