The Chinese Squash Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

He takes a wok
and goes to the stove, -
Wan Wei a squash to cook.

The ingredients:

one hexagram,
one gramme of chi,
one stratagem of Sun Tzu,
one droplet and one whiff,
one brick from the formidable wall
one gasp of the traversing taikonaut,
one belt,
one road,
one dumping,
one African concern,
one training shoe of rubber sole,
one recycling plant,
one coal-mine,
one panda,
one yuan.

And he begins to churn
his squash with meddlesome chopsticks, -

Wan Wei

serves

a-la-carte

for the blues.