For Zhang Hongtu

Grasp well beyond clutches of red
Your child escapes
With a sunset in the rear-view mirror

The watchman at the propaganda show
Has belched lightly and excused himself
As will I

Paintings from China opened my eyes
To an inescapable champion
The subject

Mao dominated
The more pathetic hands
With what is called his thought

Shi Lu and those pines
Ink of revolution
You stinking blind corpse

Reeducated, the artist
Faces faces upon faces

The person passion
Painted persons (artisans)
Thank you thank you, Hongtu, thank you

Grasp well beyond clutches of red
One child escaped
With a sunset in the rear-view mirror