look at me, like you’ve never seen a white man
look at me, like a relative back from the dead
look at me and rubberneck, or stop in your tracks
look at me, China, not as a country
but as a billion pair of eyes

eyes that know me though we’ve never met
eyes that despise me, want me, loath or love
eyes that would take from me or sell to, or both at once
eyes that look up, but only to gauge the climb
and intend someday to look down

look at me closely
see the emblem
and not the man