I desire a real eraser,
Not only used to erase my homework.
It should be able to wipe off a door,
Let seawater go in.
It should be able to wipe off the snow outside the window at sunrise,
Let a vagrant cat stop trembling.
It should be able to wipe off the dark night in Brighton,
Draw some dazzling starlight, like impressionism.
It should be able to wipe off an answer,
Because more answers are hiding below it.
It should be able to wipe off a road,
Let more roads appear under feet.
 
Besides, I want to use it
To wipe off the poisonous sword stabbing Hamlet,
To wipe off the conflagration in London three hundred years before.
To wipe off the ending of Jane Eyre, it is too satisfactory.
While truth doesn’t like this,
I also want to wipe off the lightning-like scar on Harry Potter’s face.
No, there is still something left,
I also want to wipe off a bullet,
1865,4,14, in a theatre of Washington
It hit Lincoln.
I also want to wipe off the signature Chamberlain signed in Munich,
He chose disgrace and attended the war.
But for the signature of Mikhail Gorbachev, I don’t want to wipe off,
His pen relaxedly punctured the huge balloon for the Red Empire,
Which is full of perishable air.
But above the Supreme Court of the United States, a voice echoed：
Women should be the decision-makers themselves,
Yes, is Ginsberg talking,
How desirable am I to wipe off the cancer in her body.
 
Of course, I shell never
Wipe off the apple falling to Newton’s head
And Einstein’s favorite violin,
The beautiful melody of this violin created the Theory of relativity.
I shell never
Wipe off that huge dog called Buck of Jack London.
Under the calling of Aurora,
I shell never
Wipe off any billet-doux written from Sartre to Simone de Beauvoir.
I shell never
Wipe off the cigarette in Churchill’s hand,
Otherwise, he would be a sleepy insect during WW2.
I must never
Wipe off Nanjing, in 1937,
Three hundred thousand people’s lives couldn’t be easily erased,
History can never be changed easily.
I must never
Wipe off the golden-yellow color, which is Van Gogh’s favorite,
That is the brightest loneliness in human history.
I must never
Wipe off the graffiti on Banksy's wall,
It is politics,
It is literature,
It is subversion.
Also, I must never
Wipe off the rainbow arc kicked by Messi,
Keep it forever.
 
A real eraser,
Is not only used to erase my homework.
I desire it to wipe off every mistake,
Mistakes that have already been committed,
Mistakes that are continuing to be committed,
Mistakes that are incessant, endless, and interminable.