Comments about Simon Tang
The Three Crosses
Ushered into shape, a market lighted,
Exploited with punctilious details
Etched on the complex panel of a crowded
Harmony. Find me the place
Whereto I may address my pious notes,
And secure in its penumbra dark
A precious measure of my enthrallment.
Accoutred to the shafts of light, the rainy thorns
Yield the splinters of thought and scrutiny,
Harbor a grove for a less private death;
Shade slopes downhill, sideway to seek lightness
From the shelter of its chiaroscuro -
Preludes as apocalyptic as ink
Engraved on its surface an incised pathos.