Tiny Tiny Feet
Tiny tiny feet
Bound by a millennium and
1966
Swirling in candy-apple red flags fettered, unfurled
Gilded stars glittering in their midst.
How many celestial moons will pass until
Mr. Mao comes down to break up the
Combo and pronounce,
“God is alive, really kicking and has a
Grey grey beard”?
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