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Mai Der Vang
May the dead       be ever-evidenced

          May their clandestine names
bellow from the mouth      of an August

   monsoon        May they coax the truth
                              from every storm

      Long ago
              there lived a jungle
    whose only cloth was       camouflage

All those who came to it
                learned the burden of hiding

                              Long ago   we memorized
the refrains of wild birds

        stitched them underneath
                                      our evacuated skins

Then man      Then soldier   Then vividness

                of saffron and canary
                             arriving as small showers

                   divulging its anatomy
                                       to the ecosystem

To keep the covert buried is not
how this story bends

             The insects have always known

Their lineage of pollen        and the children
                                             of insects know too

May this Secret War     its author of poisons

      its professor of counterfeit treaties
kidnapper of honeybees       each iota

of its polluted doing

        may it all burn and blister
               under its own nakedness
from the book YELLOW RAIN / Graywolf Press
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