‘LinkedIn’s Censorship in China’ and Other Poetry by Evan Mantyk The Society July 5, 2014 Beauty, Falun Dafa, News of Note, Poetry Originally published in The Epoch Times. LinkedIn’s Censorship in China LinkedIn connects people the world over, Crafting a cozy café oceans wide Where people can sip with each other, Do business without an eight-hour ride. Yet, recently, when I was at LinkedIn, I noticed something red in my chai tea; It tasted of metal, horror and sin; The creamer was puss oozing profusely From a Tiananmen Square protester’s arm, Rotting away after twenty-five years, From the communists’ torturous harm To Falun Gong, a hint of salty tears. I spat out the nightmare, ran out the door, “If this is censorship, I want no more!” A Bud of Spring I look upon a bud of spring and dwell “Is your journey through depths of suffering Through the vicissitudes of wintry hell Worth your tiny not quite green offering?” “You are but a penitent, lone and meek Confined for your short life you’ll always be To this rigid branch, not that high, quite weak, To be alive but never to be free.” The tiny bud, more alive than I thought, Shakes its bulbous head in the gentle breeze And, in language that can’t be figured out But can be felt and clearly known with ease, To me speaks: “How shallow is your vision; I’m not a single bud, I am a tree, But not the single tree you imagine, All maple trees together that is me; Yet, if they are all dead, I still exist, I am the perfect tree, the King of Trees; How does a small seed grow and not desist, How does it grow with such form and ease? Because in my Realm, it’s already there, A piece of my vast body eons old, And yet my body is in fact right here, If you can free your mind you will behold.” On hearing this I feel myself expand, My body like a translucent robe Darkly wrinkled in a gripping hand Released, it spreads upon our tiny globe. Spreads beyond stars that lord over the night, And wavelengths my eyes are accustomed to, Beyond emotions of fright and delight, Beyond what I always thought must be true. There, in a sea of endless life and light, Floating, I meet the tiny bud once more I say, “Then it’s all real and you are right, Remind me next time I am such a boor!” Evan Mantyk is a poet and English teacher living in New York. Featured Image: “Winter in Jackson” by Erik Koeppel. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.