No Life Poem by Amala Comer

No Life



My pen is empty of ink,
my pencil is empty of lead
my head is empty of thought
life simply hangs by a thread.
No colour, no song
no dignity, nor grace
Grey brick upon brick
this is the face
of China.

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July 18th 2013
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