Fatty Poem by Jiang Haizhou

Fatty



Is it the bean curd getting him fatty? No.
It's the towel gourd in the summer, the balsam pear,
wax gourd, and squash
On the way to the green grocery shopping,
he was saying with a smile:
Even the stray wind has gathered flesh.

When I stopped moving, it's so quiet there,
I saw a black shadow left behind
by a flying crane, fattish looking;
It's satisfying me, my heart also, oh my heart! It is not fatty.

Rain goes off. Allah! 'Istanbul is the dome of fire' so fatty!
Towards Mekka, 'my name is Red', namely ……fatty.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Asif Andalib 20 October 2012

The last two lines are somewhat dark to me except that I have understood it. I enjoyed reading

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Ellias Anderson Jr. 15 July 2012

i don; t understand something. do you believe in Islam? what do you mean by bringing the name of holy Mecca here?

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