Anthrax Poem, for Kathy Nguyen
eyes open this November of death
this dagger into the eye
that makes me desperate
like particles that dance amoebic
rekindling
the eros of cilia
that glide into the zone of winter
invisible
and
buoyant;
escaped the nightmare of Saigon
where tears fell like rain
far from the dragons of Viet Nam
lonely in Bronx
she hunkered in tunnels of subway
into the arms of anthrax
that took her into its arms:
death, like the eyes of October
large and full of mystery
in a place without oil
or palms
in a place of tenements