New Tales of the Gobi Desert:
My Plead
Pui Kiu College, Fan Chai Yin Charlie, Poetry: Group 3
Discard me
Dump me
Desert me
And you’ll never come and see.
My wilderness wane
The rovers
The wanderers,
When the Angel of Death stretches out his wings
In the blast
I make them tick,
So they won’t be in the pink.
Murderer? Nay!
Thou treat me with guilt,
I deny to the hilt,
My plead to thee
My plead to thee!
Verdant, fertile I was,
How I adored myself
How dare you ask yourself!
Howdy, you never greet
When have you been discreet!
Puerile,
Swiftly, my delicate skin
Creased, crinkled, crumpled.
Have your answer disclosed!
Reimburse my youthfulness
My plead to thee
My plead to thee!
Merely, I heard you,
“wher wher wher”
Sound of chainsaw
Speedily, I felt you,
Excruciating screw!
Chain fruit Cholla whimpered
