Dead Land Poem by Yang Lian

You need walls with nothing but the dawn The garden is a reflection of the inner mind forever departing You need those staring eyes You pick out the most easily forgotten pair And begin to forget Fear you fear each day's freckle-faced loneliness Violence lasting from four to six o'clock Music leaves bones scraped clean Clanking in fields Nobody knows whether your ears are ringing right now Nor do you know you only need the room to be empty With the masochism acquired in a lifetime You use the sunlight to glimpse the unattained real last day But for the sunlight there are no tears The garden's name yet unspoken is forgotten