Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
A Chinese emperor, in order to preserve
his power, decided that he would never
grant clemency to anyone. His reign
In my case, there was no drama. The lady doctor
was very nice. I made my way quickly to the other side
of being not pregnant again. Of being without child.
The disturbed man chopped up the body
of the older woman for days and threw it
into garbage cans at various locations
The Eternal
is like the ax
the assassin slams
My steeds live for War.
My swords are not for show.
My colt’s trained not to stop
If you find me nocturnal and flawed
Look again. Because tonight
I looked at me as though you were looking.
I dropped my new shoes in the stream, thinking perhaps
They would get there before me, like two drowned Jews
Trundling along the seabed to Jerusalem. My immigrant parents lost patience and thrashed me.
Drawing draws us in-
volving us further and stretching
attention it sketches reaching
I expect the holy of holies must be
to watch machinery making machinery,
no? Begin with the others and do what they do,