Joseph Lee (Singapore)
The sands wash away the noise.
Voiceless. We scatter.
Here is no electricity or
Gold. We’re all man-made. We refuse
To be defined,
To be catalogued, my body bleeding
Unlike the cosmos.
Pure sand tastes bitter and sometimes hot.
It is noisy again. The rain begins to pour
Bloody void. It makes things.
Then disappears.
Again, space is filled with stars, not sand.
Joseph Lee is a graduating English student in Singapore. In his free time, he writes poems about identity, nationhood, spirituality and the environment. His poems have appeared in Pandemic Poems: May Day! 2020 and Bury Library.