Looking down from the south-west corner
of PingYao city wall
we see forty-two silver foxes, each
in a wire cage with an asbestos roof.
The south-west corner of PingYao city wall
is not in good repair:
outside is a stinking ditch; inside
are forty-two uneasy foxes with silver fur.
The foxes turn unhappily in their cages
and cry; guard dogs bark;
peacefully and contentedly
the sheep in their pens eat their food.
