ANVIL
-- For my younger brother chung
ju
You say this is
an anvil
the only thing
we have now
what our Tung family
have handed down to us
when I take a close look
at it
what is left at the corner of the muddy land heavy
gloomy
is just like my present sinking heart
You say this is
the anvil
upon which our grandfather depended for a living
As I take another closer
lood at it
I wonder if it is yourself
Who endured strikings
Sparkingly
or your brands for years that can not be healed
forever
(Translated by Sung
Kuang-Jen)
