China Bitch

At the gates of redemption
On the firsts of the Seventh
The only sound is the glass waterfall
A reminder of the previous night’s debauchery
Of the one million and the masses
Your voice a screeching nail against a blackboard
A shrieking crow in an arctic silence
Antennas transmitting your words to my
Ears burning with rage

I wish I’d stayed in bed

China Bitch

Wairua

Joined January 2008

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I wrote this in 2004.
The title comes from the words “China Doll”.
Ever been outside REALLY early on a cold Saturday morning to hear the rubbish trucks clearing all the recycle bins full of bottles?
Did that make you wonder if the entire population of your city was at a massive party the previous night?
I was standing somewhere doing something, resenting the fact I had to do it.
I wrote this poem in my head that captured a split second of emotion I had at the time.

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