I was a beggar
I sat in a subway with legs crossed
Started to play my harp (harmoninca).
I didn't know what I was playing but just
anything that came into my mind.
I had never seen so many feet and
different types of shoes
passing before my eyes.
I could see small boys and girls,
Face to face. And also a dog
Which we were at the same height,
piered its nose to my feet, smelled and
sneezed. I knew it was a friendly greeting.
I heard a coin dropped into my can,
it sounded so beautful that I almost cooped its
sound into my music, most important, it told me
I am a beggar, being a beggar,
I got my dignity back.
Not only coins that dingling my ears, there were
also 20-dollar notes flying across my eyes
into my beggar can.
They paid me because I played them music?
Because I am old?
Because I was a beggar?
I now played with my eyes closed, so that
I could see my soul near-by, when
An unfriendly voice shouted at me:
Stand up, your ID.
It was a policeman, a young man,
A-third of my age.
His face was very familiar.
I remembered him whom I sometimes before
have come across: the Anti-XRL, when
I was then face to face to the police
man-made barrier.
It was not the same person, but
they had the same face.
Are all police trained to have
a similar face and voice?
You are a jay walker, it is against
the law, do you know?
A jay walker? I asked myself.
I didn't walk, I sat on the ground, I begged,
I was a beggar.
I shook my head.
Your ID,
I shook my head again.
Are you dummy? Come with me
to the Police Station.
(2)
I arrived at the report room and was told
to sit on a bench, and there I stayed
and stayed for hours.
A mid aged Policeman came to me and
showed me to sit before a computer with
two Policemen sitting there.
I was interrogated and asked my
Name, my age, my address, and my
mobile number which I didn't have, and
my closest relatives which I had, but
refused to tell. I kept on
Shaking my head for the answers.
The questions were repeating and
my head-shakings were also repeating.
I think they had lost their patience
and put me to face against a wall,
with hands putting up and
pushing at it. They searched
my body, I have nothing.
In my pockets , just a note book,
a pencil, and my beloved harp.
They took them all
away, I felt worried, because
all poems and drafts
were in the notebook and
my harp, my beloved girl friend
I used to kiss.
(3)
Perhaps they feel tired with me and
wanted to have a snack, so I was
pushed into an empty room with
four plain walls. I was locked there
until dawn broke and released after
finger-printed on a statement.
As a one-night prisioner, I was
treated gently, and as a prisoner
I got my dignity back.
[ 本帖最後由 chanpf 於 2010-1-22 09:04 AM 編輯 ]
