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Though the fig tree by Christian Yeo

Mostly, whole things you tender broken,

like grief unwinds my sonnets through time.

Like grieving winds its sonnet through time,

the young will learn to dream on bended knees.

I learn to sing a song on bended knees.

With him we choose silence, emplaced in plea.

With him we choose silence, in place of plea.

God is mostly abyss in plenty.

God is neither abyss nor plenty.

Mostly whole things, you tender broken.


Christian is a Singaporean law undergraduate. His poetry has been published or is

forthcoming in The Mays, Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, and the jfa human rights

journal, among others; it won the Arthur Sale Poetry Prize in 2019. He is currently

competing in the UniSlam semi-finals with Cambridge.


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