I think,
therefore I am
free to be
a co-owner
of my mother tongue,
the fighter
for my opinions,
the judge
of my conscience,
the planner
of my destiny,
and yet locked up
in the iron cage
of the zeitgeist,
I think.
December 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
One Man's Maple Moon: Neon Lights Tanka by Christine Judd
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*English Original*
neon lights
fade in dawn's lilac glow
on the footpath
clubbers, drug-fucked
in bedraggled revelry
Christine Judd
*Chinese Translation ...
