Channel Takahashi

by Xiao Feng Wen

Ten thousand years and what will be left?
Shadows falling across the sands.
Dead leaves fluttering across the shadows.
I rise from them, I join them once again.

Ground Zero, planes roar, the radioactive girl
Waves to you to join her on the platform,
Her folded wings reflecting
The galaxies, the universe.
Go on. Why not? You're already there.

White sails where the present century collapses.
Hiroshima, Coca-Cola, Sailor Saturn.
Birds swirl up from winter trees.
I'm shaking, old friend,
Shaking with laughter.