A FRUIT FULL OF HEART-BROKEN JUICES Poem by Yu Jian

a fruit full of heart-broken juices placed on morning's table
Cézanne tablecloth diamond of beasts' dreaming
the sunlight spins moving shadows directing the fruit's blue face into the light-source
plunging its red face into deep darkness its green face into mirrors
three flags covert in the spectrum no discernible relation to any tree, ever
no moving creature near it its existence an education
china dish, immobile knives and forks, immobile milk, immobile a Sunday of the aristocracy
in that moment of enjoyment its heart-broken juices are linked to a troupe of bears
but those bears have yet to come together right now a thousand miles away they're asleep under trees
dreaming of this diamond full of unsweet, broken-hearted juices