Night of the Murdered Poets

Murmurs swallow


they turn our room

           into an


Light the bushfire of our


money buys poetry

          frames them up

      in a fireplace


     a bathrobe on the Seine;

         my tongue

                         bleeds out the

window ;

              It is night.

Alicia Khoo
The Hague, Netherlands,
March 2012

In memory of the thirteen Soviet Jews in the Lubyanka Prison in Moscow, Soviet Union–tortured, beaten, isolated for three years and executed on August 12, 1952. Poets, novelists, journalists, translators, doctors, warriors.


Long before it …

Long before it took hold

over your ——-


rolls off your tongue



5000 years of history

none in your cuisine

a cherry on the icing

Remember the wonder?

that was a rhetorical


Norwegian snow on strawberries

Now everything’s made in China

i will always remember you,

my first piece of shortcake

Alas, I am lactose intolerant.



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