Still a bit to go from the Yoon Yong poems.
The revolution was televised
…The protest to impeach Park Geun-hye on those cold December nights
when the people cupped LED candles for “moral warmth”
& made Gyeongbokgung resemble a map
of the observable universe circumscribed with its own light
—it was then I felt the will of a collective |
the will moreover of Koreans to better themselves.
Our ancestors looked on us & encouraged
our behaviour | our rebellion against the absurdity
of a leader who puts Botox | Viagra
& Shamanism ahead of her people’s welfare.
My disappointment was palpable when
after all the work of protest was done
people just went off to eat fried chicken
& drink beer. I don’t know what I expected
but not that
—I joined them…