Into the Den by Joey Ng
The sun rising over the mountains
Woke me early in the morning,
Before the jays could sing
Or the dew could climb
Astride each blade of frost grass.
At the airport
I watched and waited,
Climbed inside the plane,
And waited some more.
I neared arrival
In the afternoon,
Seeing pastures and roads,
Lntricate etchings
Like veins on the face
In perfect geometry.
I took a bus ride
Over a sweeping white
Bridge, arches and wires
Like the ribs of
Great oceanic beasts.
Stepping off, the sun
Had begin to falter,
Its oppressive heat
Replaced by the gentle
Radiance of baked earth.
With nothing but a
trepanated iPhone
and 20,000 Won,
I tread the tiger's den,
Where i'd spend a restless night
On the spa-room floor
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