The Bund Poem by Juan Arabia

Will these songs fly even higher?
From a mask they'll make an even poorer
artifice, reducing the
ashes of their life experience,
dulling his horns,
assembling the created species.

Our work, the darkest,
drinking from the same ocean
圆明园路[1]
Foolish is he who
believes not in deluges.




[1]
Like a smaller, more condensed version of the Bund, the pedestrianised, cobblestone Yuanmingyuan Rd.