"Ghosts Stories: cold storage" - Lee Wen:Lucid Dreams in the Reverie of the Real

in between a dog and a duck
my neck stretched out to suck
the golden goose egg in the midst of industrial games
on military fields blanket covered unseen fields of blood
shivered in cold rooms of interrogation cells
like stories of ghosts returned to hark and bark
the death of ideals we fought and pledged
in dignified schools of fiercest ambitions
to build a new world of purity and sanity
yet in fear we do not even get near our human desires