• Heung Aiden

National Business

Updated: Jun 6, 2019

The architect draws from his file

a map, on which

a tiny spot is red-circled.

Here, he says,

six billion investment;

His eyes glisten like coins

and his black tie dangles like a sword

above the blueprint of a tower,

cadaverous, awe-provoking,

the color of champagne gold.

I know the block of the street, where

rosy clouds flew over

houses with mortared walls,

though moss-eaten,

home to eaves-seeking swifts,

rattled now,

by excavator tires.

*published in Alluvium:The Literary Shanghai Journal ,2018


 © 2019 by Aiden Heung