NOW AND THEN

The man wearing gloves in the steel plant,

He handles the organs gently in the rose-lime light

With broadly flat shifting movements.

He waits, Zhou, conversing in the wings

Feeling the fatigue of the court officials where

Perhaps from a dark ambiguous place containing demons

An extremely mysterious husband may be revealed

Descending from the clouds to the bacterial unit;

But in a Chinese translation? Sea lake river water...

But what am I saying? Well anything thing like this

Might be truth; the school day, namely, of the theologian.

He, the Duke of Zhou, he the one in the right place 

For a composition of Hell; where the danger is rising

And from which, as it were, his destiny still takes flight.