Classic Poem

Across cracked fields on a day
The rats fight for food
Through the park
Where an old country fellow sleeps in the open
The flower buds just opened
Down the street
You wave eagerly
But only your eyes shout
Through the arcade where cockroaches
Appear and disappear
Hold the frightened children
Through the classroom, through the hallway
Shouldering the burden of chaos that
Has not yet returned
Across the stone steps laid with doubt
The green hills go on sprouting high-rises
Right and left, worrying people
Through pickling brine
Through cold wastes
Through falling betel nut flowers
Through the sobbing downstream
Down the town's only street
The broken bridge
Through the only mountain pass
Vines and fallen rocks
Waves and broken cliffs
Winding