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Cambodia, Humanity, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Pol Pot, satire, The Killing Fields
QUEEN OF
THE KHMER
ROUGE
here is
sealed system
rivers
of blood
but otherwise
no flow
we thought
there must
be flow
it all
would be flow
heartbroken my poem
bombed into oblivion
must
ape your contours
chocks away
I say
clocks
back
to thunder
linebacker blitz
thunders
be rolling
agent orange has ordered
her last
Singapore Sling
checks her watch looks
in her black book
scans the list of
unmissable rendezvous
top
secret assignations
the red on
her face marks her
with a look too
geisha
for my liking
if you are not
salt of the earth the Earth
will have
to claim you
that truth is dialectical
just do
the accounting
so many stars up there unsullied
outnumbered by bones