As a big ashtray
The wind was
screaming
While sweeping
obscure streets
Every one of us
Will be forgiven tomorrow
When the city start again
Its unfeeling engines
So he said
While using
it
Without any
sentiment
As a big
ashtray
And the wind
carried his words
Not so far
away
Li Tao Po
VABM January 31, 2015
