How strange to see Kurt Cobain
In a Taiyuan Coffee Bar
War marched through my mind
I wanted to ask him
How he addressed the fog
How to treat the ghosts
Time and space describe
Nothing

I heard that AC/DC are playing at Yingze Park
For all those about to rock
I went to the park
The sky was grey
The dark smoke from the chimneys was  grey
The river was grey
In the deepening dusk
The whole earth was shrouded in grey
I closed my eyes
Angus in his uniform
The crowd shouting “Angus, Angus, Angus”
Light in the gathering dusk
Brightness of the future world.
I opened my eyes
I was back in black.

The barren soil of Taiyuan
grows rich with silent souls.
A foreign darkness fills the
empty streets.
And only the moon betrays this
unfamiliar scene.
We refused to *****  through the
half-lit mornings by Yingze Park
Or give our voice to the midnight
air. Our shadows are not articulate in
silence. They are infused with life and are
not alone.