peauladd huy Poems

Like an old lover skimming over the column bones.
Like a ride on the good back of a steady beast.
Like warm thighs straddling through thin fine silk.
Like an upsurge & afterwards.
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When sacred wandered into the serpent’s nest
a race emerged & a nation forged—a lifetime’s bound by nectar
& poison in increments—amongst the half-blood
offspring: the half upright & half slither
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Here, where the moon touches the water
& the current
rapids like malleable
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If you are from here, you know. Each year
From June to October, the Mekong rises & the Tonle Sap
Buckles like a goddess teased. Warm. Accepting.
Willing. Dispense. Rush. Meniscus
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So much is promised by water
& the pasture is a heaven
sky and below
an easy hill burns till the last structure’s
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~ a wind off the Cardamom is rushing down towards the foothills

At moments like this, when aftermaths
can no longer heal, when quiet is long
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Far – far there.
Beneath the grime caking and staining
marred deep those toddling figures, there’s a diamond
dream being cut & polished & sized to prong
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… because we are all born and must die one day.
~Sirik Matak
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Day in day out. Twice a day sometimes three:
after each drill-run, you come back beaten-
flat on your back and tossed in the holding compartment
with the others covered in human filth.
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(high school turned Khmer Rouge prison turned museum)


You may have seen me and not remembered.
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