domenica 27 maggio 2012

Osan in Songtan

Your landing strips shine
under the light of the memory sun—
but I have never seen you.

Everything in you is sharp and triangular,
time too.

Young officers meet on your concrete ground,
contradicting each other:
ancient tongues serving a new folly.

For you are the daughter of duty,
and thus deny bread
to marry the thundering sky.

Osan in Songtan.

The echo of hatred rumbles beyond the border
while brothers stack bombs
on fields of oyama flowers.

The destinies of us all
fly on wings of steel
amid the clouds of a halved sky.



by Jason R. Forbus


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