I visited the Shenzhen Museum yesterday morning. I’ll write more about that later when I can get to my camera, but in the afternoon I went to a poetry workshop with the Shenzhen Writers Circle. For some reason, when I was told to just start writing, I wrote about this…
A Dead Antelope at the Museum
A velvety face
soft and fawn brown
eyes large and wet
White bones
sharp and splintered
futility protecting delicate entrails
from the beaks as they rip and tear
Tourists quickly passing by
ignoring her plight
dying for all eternity
It’s educational.