I Swallow a Moon Made of Iron
Xu Lizhi
I swallow a moon made of iron
They call it a screw
I swallow the industrial waste water, the unemployed orders
The youth that is lower than the machine platforms dies prematurely
I swallow the rush about, swallow the displacement
Swallow the pedestrian overpasses, swallow the life covered with rust stains from water
I can't swallow any more
All that I have ever swallowed now surges out from my throat
Spreading out on the territory of the motherland to form a poem
A poem of shame