I swallowed an iron moon they called it a screw
 
I swallowed industrial wastewater and unemployment forms bent over machines, our youth died young
 
I swallowed labor, I swallowed poverty swallowed pedestrian bridges, swallowed this rusted-out life
 
I can’t swallow any more everything I’ve swallowed roils up in my throat
 
I spread across my country a poem of shame
 
From the Iron Moon: An Anthology of Chinese Migrant Worker Poetry Ed: Qin Xiaoyu; Trans: Eleanor Goodman (White Pine Press)
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