Famous Poets
Chins MIA since the start of
heavy shelling nights
must rebuild landscapes after
cataloguing
each foxhole,
crater, limb
transition to civilian life is never
easy
They rise and crack the dormant lid of days
to tend the pyres of frustrations
Plowing as much as tongue
will bare and
wipe acidic sweat away from two
revisionists
Sugar farmers;
watering cans filled with
neutral grain spirits for some
storm runoff for the rest
miss most times and water
their feet
Flux
Tracts like cable fray at ends
Dig deep into limbs like sapways
Carry our
father’s revelation
Reflex from the scathing sparks of
rust against rust
Germ and curse-
Pocket square cuff-link
Inherit his boiling
Breath turns to steam against
chest and face
The fraternal split-lip
tongue rodents from its hole
collects the ore until
amber effigy
topples onto the orphanage
One of Five-Thousand
Manna falls from
low sky hands long-
toothed fathers ask
Who is this laborer
His face a dog asleep steady his
eyes like washed olives did not look but
saw me as I
tossed away pebbles in
search of crumbs
With tongue I know
honey passes from
finger-tips stuck like
melted gold
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