A Face from Tiananmen
She is outraged to be dead.
In her demon's mask,
her eyes cross with hate. Her plump
void of a mouth
freezes forever on a curse.
Blood paints the creases of her face.
What she accomplished with her death
is not yet known. The dead
have graves of earth, no faces. The living
have graves of brick and iron, no faces.
Eternal Mao, the One True Face,
still beams over Tiananmen.
(From The Bears of Paris by Miles David Moore, Word Works, 1995.
In honor of the martyrs of Tiananmen Square, on the 25th anniversary of the uprising.)