Monday, October 23, 2006

Manhole Covers (draft two)

1)

Across time and oceans, in America,
Karl Shapiro wrote in Sixty Eight,
‘The beauty of manhole covers—what of that?
Like medals struck by a great savage khan,
Like Mayan calendar stones, unliftable, indecipherable,’
at the University of California, to be
exact. That’s the way of his description,
‘Bitten at the edges’, ex-
act, like here in this coalmining town,
at Shanxi Normal University, to be
exact, we have learnt to shallow breathe
over the manholes in the broad pathways
where god-knows-what passes underground
and perfumes the sulphuric air as
slim ladies in stylish spangled jeans go
riding by, two to a bike, one pedalling, one
balancing lightly on the carrier, like
corps de ballet ballerinas at a rubbish tip.
Those are particles in the air that offend
rising from exotic embossed shields
of ancient khan warriors, the ex-
acts of history nothing to
the attack on us
today.


2)

Down Linfen’s main drag, the town’s
one sweet musical vehicle plays
a jingle version of Auld Lang Synge,
rubbish trucked away in this music box
as the ballerina pirouettes
around and around …


3) (first draft)

Walking back from shopping,
my wife and I stare at the manhole covers,
guessing what the characters say.
There is often beauty in ignorance,
like in a fancy Beijing urinal
I looked up to see a framed script
in beautiful calligraphy
and in the purest ignorance
attributed Confucian thought to it.

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