Selected Poetry by May Chong
Photo Source: Geograph.org.uk Expansion If destruction is a hollowing then creation is filling in the blanks; If creation murmurs unending then the spaces in bridges must sing; If the bridges you burn light the way then match iron to iron on your blind back; If you hear the pounding of iron rice then learn metal jam on your bread; If the gleaning of bread is a millstone then lay your dust below the trees; If your trees are transmuted to gunmetal then weep with the bruised sky; If the sky...