中国大好き

Feng Xuan
MINE WORKERS AND TEA EGGS

actually, they have
just finished their early shift
and found a noodle shop
to let their spent up bodies rest for a while

handmade noodles, two yuan fifty fen
they don’t want to pay any more for the sauce
only a tea-egg
colored much like their skin
happiness rolled into one
they keep the egg and the soup till the end
as if to remind themselves
not to let this darkness
pass into their wives’ pregnant bellies

Tr. MW, June 2014

标签： children, eggs, food, marriage, money, noodles, pasta, poetry, tea, tea eggs, work

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