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Two Poems by Ian Goh

Ian Goh, Singapore

 

Cranes

 

They chipped away at concrete and steel,

one wall torn down at a time,

a million or so locals of the hyper-plex

 

bending under the weight of machinery.

They dug from the three-thousandth floor,

paper permits shoved into faces, wall

 

to wall, kids with seconds to run

before the great cranes swooped on their triple-decker beds, 

less care afforded for the old, sick or those plain caught

 

dreaming on the loo. 

Soon, they broke into caverns and caves,

wild life given time and space

 

to raise whole jungles, even an ocean pooled

from the blood, sweat and tears 

of generations before. 

 

Finally, they reached the heart of the complex: 

a one-room flat, frozen in time, 

a man and woman in bed, hands clasped 

 

in each other’s firm, eternal slumber, 

disturbed by the slow rumble 

of cranes.

 

Kitsune

As we scaled a mountain within a city,

my wife saw a fox spirit poke its ears

through the cedar trees of the forest. 

 

‘It’s glaring at us,’ she said, invaders 

of this place with shadows for eyes,

slow murmur of stone and slate,

 

clean exhalation of the mountain’s

breath on our weary faces. Here, past the grey bounds 

of city and scape, we were but wolf pups 

 

grown from brick and glass, our souls steeled 

and shut within virgin groves till we lusted

for innocence over.

 

My wife whispered to the fox: ‘We come to pay our dues 

to our old selves, past-present pilgrimage to a place 

where the air is still, like forgotten breaths,

 

and our skin tingles from the memory of what might have been.’ 

The fox nodded, bowing its head

before vanishing behind a lonely holt.

 

There, on the threshold between worlds, 

it lies in wait of its true master, while we

continue searching for ours.

 

 

 

Ian Goh is a Literary Arts teacher at School of the Arts (SOTA) Singapore. His work has appeared in QLSR, the Eunoia Review, Star*Line magazine, and elsewhere. He holds an MA in Creative Writing from Goldsmiths, University of London.

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