fear
March 23rd, 2006
Poultry
Scrawny daughters of dinosaurs
Your lovers never shut up—
Preening in streets lined with black feathersAs if every hour is the start of a new day,
And the sun won’t ascend without them.Beneath your bamboo domes
Your soft throats huddle with their
Destiny of edge and demise.You’re in hot water,
Losing every frantic thread
That failed your sad quests for flight.
Your legs stiffen without eulogies,
And your wings can’t pray their petitions
To the god of the Archaeopteryx for delivery.
Upon my return to St. Paul, immigration asks
If I’ve been in contact with livestock.I want to say: “Are you kidding?
Have you ever even been to my homeland?,”Looking out at the rising sun my breakfast
By Bryan Thao Worra
This is one of my favourite poems. When I read it I cant help but think how as a people we are a brood of fat chicken beneath a mammoth dome of fear. We are politically apathetic and pathetic because we have soft throats and can feel the millimetre-near cold of steel blades and steam of hot boiling water awaiting the brave soul that dares to squawk. A few have dared try that sad quest for flight but have had their wings clipped and flights grounded, and their legs stiffened without eulogies nor funerary bangs.
Mr Low and Mr Chiam: This is the year they need special help from above, especially Mr Chiam.
Merdeka.
Meanwhile pastor kenny continues to get free English tuition from the poets at http://www.qlrs.com while he feeds the church at http://www.wrpf.sg
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