Emma Lew Poems

I just got my memory back.
Few loons and I would live
in a corner at the airport,
not for the sequence
...

How like you, cholera,
to worry over the health of strangers.
And you have let your sweetheart go hungry,
while your legend crossed the country,
...

I haven’t, thank God, become a perpetrator.
I never caused the death of others, though I must utter these words.
I hold myself back, as the shrewd son of my father.
...

I was daydreaming about wiping out the whole school
I was rehearsing and perfecting the ‘gentle giant’ approach
Rebellious and defiant, had no ambition
Death is a beginning, it’s beautiful
...