The Pole Star is set in the centre of his forehead.
The deep blue      is crystalline      his icy eye
Has destroyed everything      does the lonely
Boiled girl embrace everything?
 
Escaping from Anyang      is an escape into the Yin night
No other light except this sight
Luxuriously grinding a huge axe
Where did the tender broken limbs fall?
 
Looking up      for thousands of years     
We sink down      water always grinds its teeth
Beneath us      the girl collapsing to a gurgle
Does Taotie seize      or chew?
 
Thousands of words re-split open are still
The one character      that one stroke captures life’s flow
Has been cooked ten thousand times      the flesh still soaked in sorrow
To reawaken      is seizing      chewing?
 
This face is even more ruthless
Than non-being      this powerlessness
Staring out rams a hole
To pound away      what beauty is not bloody?
 
Our floating life is carved
On the shallow bronze relief      does
The eye’s axle icily shrink space?
How many suns don’t rise or set in the darkness of naming?
 
The girl swings gracefully back from the Yin
Night      does a thin fragrance snuff out all light?
Do bestial and human faces gently clasp vapour?
Has unutterable language      finally fulfilled the sacrifice?         

Source: poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/poem/item/23356/auto/QUESTIONS-ABOUT-THE-DEMON-TAOTIE