In the 228 Peace Memorial Day
Is Rain The Tear From Cloud ?
by Jeff, Tân Chhiu Pek
雨是雲悲傷的目屎
They were bound and tortured,
Burned and branded,
Bitten and buried.
─Neruda (They come through the islands)
Is rain the tear from cloud?
The wind passes me and
what does it sigh?
Where do those families unseen bodies
bury their hopeless hearts?
Birds alight on the grass,
my yearning eyes
gaze at the top of a distant mountain.
Bronze statues of the autocrat
are removed one by one,
the leftover is the beating at the door in grandma’s dream.
Is rain the tear from cloud?
In the 228 Peace Memorial Day,
grandma’s tears
roll down
from the pages of history.
……I hear unaware of
the gentle wind cries amid the leaves.
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