Glass: A Journal of Poetry Volume One Issue Two       


Kyi May Kaung

I come from ...
 
(with Liz Lerman Dance Studio – Still Crossing Project – 6-3-2006)

I come from – dried
chilies and dust.

I come from stupas gilded
with real gold.

I come from – people shot
in the street.

I come from – child soldiers.

I come from – rape as a
weapon of war.

I come from – nothing but fish paste
and broken rice to eat.

I come from crows and sparrows
shot and netted for food.

I come from dengue haemorrhagic fever

I come from all my friends and
relatives – dead.

All my students – disappeared.

My professors – lost.

I come from – everything – state owned.

I come from – soldiers – everywhere.

I come from human mine sweepers.

I come from – no more – universities.

I come from dengue haemorrhagic fever.

I come from elephantiasis.

I come from – money not worth
the paper – it’s printed on.

I come from her six foot son
come home in a five foot coffin.

I come from – hello goodbye.

Arnahdé1 – or feeling bad to say – No.

But in life it is necessary

To say – No – often.


1 pronounced – Arr Nar Dé (Ah Nar Dair – as in "air.")