Modern Poetry
amplify
声音
He Jifang
Fish does not sound. Cricket with wings blew.
After human ancestors to walk upright
It should also be able to shout and sing glad
Spit filled throat of the joys and sorrows,
Such as the red flame to make them warm,
When they Banquet in the cold forest,
Hands stained with animal blood
Or clenched axes, Shi Jian.
But who create elaborate bow off,
A shot of the reindeer
And turned to shoot his brother's forehead?
That's when the ten-story Western-style high-slugger
Threat to peace in the sky,
Rolling under the iron-winged fire between the excited
To burn the bones of all the city: steel and cement
Unfortunately, artificial death in front of
Loss of human voice
Like a fish
In black net.
When the long list of dead, still the voices,
After the deceased is still quietly panic in food
To find a potato, an egg.
Several mad gambler and that is silently
Hypertrophy and white with their fingers
The fate of mankind as a solitary note
Pressure in the transmission of ideas between all the results.
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