Chip

Yuan Changming

 

 

It all began with this chip

A chip broken off a digitalized bone

 

See? This brown stuff clustered

Around its rim is not rust

Nor is it thick human blood

Newly dried up; rather

It is red spirits, so condensed

They need a longer time

To shake themselves off

And fly into the air, not unlike

All the evils and devils

 

Locked inside the Pandora’s Box

 

 

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Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving China. Currently, Yuan edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include Pushcart nominations, Best of the Best Canadian Poetry and BestNewPoemsOnline, among others.