Human angst has dominion that’s Asian.
It’s matured during immature years.
In my heart it’s a daily sensation,
as if mainlands each day disappear.
But my angst must be turned into longing,
into visions of dread and distress.
I have longed for mid-ocean disasters
and for wanton destruction and death.
I have longed for great cities on fire
and for races in flight’s headlong surge,
for break-ups the whole world was cursed by
and an earthquake that’s known as God’s scourge.