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David Duncombe

Visiting Major Cheung

 

He’s in khaki, plain as his first fatigues

five decades ago, and the same neat fit.  

 

A chestful of medals is hidden away,

but no need for pomp and ribbons.  

 

His home is in the lanes of Liu Lin,

the last of the Beijing hutongs, open

on approval, to parties of tourists

to tread heavy-shoed and poke

long-nosed cameras into old China.

 

The major tells no secrets, shoots no lines,

but calls for tea, and asks, we’re told,

if we’ve seen the pandas in the zoo,

the Great Wall that now keeps no-one out

or the once-Forbidden Palace.  

 

We wonder about the revolution,

but all questions are interpreted

by Mr Lee who tells us again

the major was simply an army man.

 

Family?  Yes, and smiles and photographs -

a daughter, secretary of the writers’ union,

for authors, too, may serve the state.  

 

And a grandson, who loves MacDonalds

and Premier football on satellite.

 

Tomorrow the major will march at dawn

to join old martial comrades in the park ,

to thrust with his sword and slice the air,

scattering invisible enemies.

 

Nearby, with mop-head brushes and buckets

of water, the calligraphers stroke

the old characters on paving slabs

then watch them evaporate.

 

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