Poem: "A Town Called Road: First and Second Reports"
A Town Called Road
After the
departure of the gods resembling desire
Tada
Chimako, “The Town of Sleep”
First Report
The town
looks open as the moon looks open.
It shines faintly
and faraway even on the inside.
A silver road
cuts through the heart, if a heart
can be
called a heart when it heaves like a ship.
In the
north, the local woods are taciturn
unless they
are asked for a light,
and they
will unfold from their sleeves a light
and their
mouths will open.
It is easy
to take a wrong turn.
The south,
also called misleadingly the port side,
tilts towards
the ships.
Second Report
The trade in
hearts
is thriving
like nowhere else. A full-grown heart
goes for a thousand
dollars in broad daylight.
It is
considered an act of deep friendship
to bring out
from the kitchen and open
a fresh
heart. Feelings, however, must be put aside;
a gift is a
favor to be returned.
On TV public
men speak by turns
of the
nourishing taste of a good heart.
Down by the
docks, on the far side,
I have seen a
young woman’s face alight,
a moon-glow
openness,
when hearts
come in on a tanker ship.
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