Number One Son

Take five,
Muzak version
and double cross
every finger.

Click the knob
and an olive guard
camouflaged greenly
points his carbine
away from
the Pearl River Delta

about to be
trampled by
two billion wheel spokes
headed downhill
toward the water
one wave after another.

Gee, Pops,

get aboard
the silver hovercraft

become a modern blur.

Escape

back home,
as Fifth Uncle revealed,
stands a gray
decaying mausoleum

when you were born
Grandfather
chiseled your name

            three
            vertical
            characters

            into the aged stone.