My ultimate destination?
Now you’re published
On the tourist lists of “last chance to see”
As China swings its wrecking ball
Through your ancient Turkic homes
That don’t fit stamp of the Han.
Crumbling old mud and tiled lanes
Of granddad, auntie craft works.
Why are the horseshoe makers closed?
Look where the Uighurs’ Nomad horse fairs are no more.
Free people tied to Urumqi factories or prisons
They don’t fit the stamp of the Han
What point is there now
In the fabled Sunday market of Kashgar?
There is no value when
A concrete travesty has trampled
This glorious meeting of the silk roads
There is no sense in this westward
Wrecking march of the Han
LM Collis 2009
