Night of the Murdered Poets

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Murmurs swallow

 syllables

they turn our room

           into an

                  ashtray

Light the bushfire of our

                             summerhomes:

money buys poetry

          frames them up

      in a fireplace

           [[terracotta]]

     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 ——-

luxurious 

rolls off your tongue

swathe

          bathe

5000 years of history

none in your cuisine

a cherry on the icing

Remember the wonder?

that was a rhetorical

Question.

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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