The
Crocodile
Laijon
Liu 20171118
Born
nearby the mire and live in the mire
slowly
you stay afloat in that empty mossy pond
and
endure all the long hunger seasons
silence
and patience is all you’ve got
and
scabs covered all over you, your childhood
wounds,
thicken like armor scales
gentle
sunshine gives you only comfort
you
lie flat on the ground as to receive flogging
you
bitterly smile, recollect the past
crawl
in the mud, sink in murky water
hold
your breath, slow down your heartbeats
gradually
you sleep into numbness
how
you’ve wished the old tale is true
that
the rumbling of the earth resurrects you
and
you wake up to finally feel alive
