Saturday, November 18, 2017

The Crocodile

The Crocodile
Laijon Liu 20171118

Born by the mire and live in the mire
slowly you stay afloat in that empty pond
and endure all the long hunger seasons

silence and patience is all you’ve got
and scabs covered all over you, gained
in your childhood, thickens like armor

crawl in the mud, sink in murky water
hold your breath, slow down your heartbeats
that you gradually sleep into numbness

how you’ve wished the old tale is true
that the rumbling of Earth resurrects you
and you wake up to finally feel alive