Poem by Tian Yu
I see, a bird
I see a bird.
It’s a prison flying high.
It has an endless sky in its eyes.
It has an endless trestle in its heart.
Desire and direction repeat,
Wings and tails are out of balance.
It is the last angel in the world.
It was also the first starvation in the air.
The autonomy of the soul,
It will be thrown away accidentally.
Its own body,
It was a controlled poison.
The sun is slaughtered as cold.
The stars are burning.
Similar to the blood of the heavenly harvest,
It’s like the Siren’s ballad.