Voices under the Sun 陽光下的聲音

I am here for you, in silence,

you alone, a false symbol of

power, prestige and progress,

late, in your office, by the fire,

at your desk, in that wine glass,

observing, obscuring memories

of dripping blood, amber tears,

spoiled champagne splashing,

shattered, shattering the clouds

outside the window, the blade

of moonlight slicing, slashing,

my breath slowing, shallow,

below, behind your hairline,

your hands trembling, weakly

steam cleaning scraps of mud

in their embrace, your wife

and daughters, sleeping well,

knowing not an evil lurking

down the corridor, nor a cry

that lingers, coarse, deafening

in silence. I am here for you.