How to Mend the Holes in this World
The world is like an old garment
Torn apart into pieces
Civilization burns on the blade
Missiles pass through torn clouds
Bullet craters are holes one by one
Street corner, where gazes intersect
The human heart opens the mouth of a giant beast
Battlefield, Parliament, Screen
Every fragment is screaming
Someone is using tired fingers,
Sewing stitch by stitch
My palm is already covered in bloodstains
The person standing on this ruins
Who isn’t a piece of rag?
Continue tearing
Until everyone becomes tattered
Until there are no more seams to mend
27 September 27 – 2 October, 2024
About the translator
Cao Shui is a Chinese poet, essayist, translator, and screenwriter.