Careful there stud... that's like reading from the Book of the Dead. All of Mao's poems have a political sub-text... but since we are talking poetry and China here is one about modern day China.
The Taxi Driver
Day light carves
Through hessian blinds,
Crisp in evolution.
The baying of horns,
The telling of tales
- drivers of rusted cattle.
Grills of dented iron teeth
- eyes caged in glass.
Wheels in constant revolution,
bear down on blackened grass.
Gaping mouths,
Open wounds,
His mission - seek abundance,
Yet turning
Spits displeasure out,
Through dust,
And sweat,
And gout.
Paul William Tait http://www.poetry.com/Publications/d...23&BN=999&PN=1