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Wuhan Girl Joins Us in Poetry - Douglas Gilbert
978-1-71667-140-1
About the Legacy
Modern poetry is in disrepute around the world, mocked by academics and officials from a plethora of countries unnamed. Many mocking birds will realize too late that the silk road leads inevitably to the jaws of the spider. There is no net benefit, no profit from allowing treachery. However, Alice of Wunderkinderland says strat-tea-tackfully, every poem must have a pie thrown at it to lend it color and flavor, but
There are rumbles in the world where
every blade of grass cries, and
as we run through it,
it tries to comb the hair of our sorrows
Perhaps a few, though expecting little, will comb through these pages, and grow, or glow -- whichever comes first.
And however, the main author can still reveal a secret: he has received an official communication from the League of Benevolent Galaxies. Given his limitations, he was shocked to learn that he had been named the Poet Laureate of the Primitive Planets. Secretary-General Chytchalrorix informed him that there was no stipend, but just a paper certificate, made from the pulp of their long extinct keypapx tree engraved thus:
Poet Laureate of the Primitive Planets, (Milky Way Division), Category 15297xt7388: Backward and Primitive Planets
Wuhan Girl
Wuhan girl, won’t you come out to light
come out for sighting
come out for citing?
Lab girl won’t you show a tiny crown
yes, dance with a crown, but
dance with a bat to dumbfound
We heard she went to market
early as a target
with a hole in her mask
not such an easy task to escape
if the secret police can make you, Shi
Shì de, qīn’ài de, well duh
just simple to confess and die
with your lab confessor at your side
Wuhan girl, won’t you come out to light
come out for citing
come out delighting, shi! my love
or is it that in gain of function
you have died kissing crowns of bats
Grandma Knows a Spy from Wuhan
In the clearings
hauntings inhere
dear unfinished things
They’ve finished cleaning
the blood off the floor of the salon
Grandma’s voice
screams in the night;
her pen pal is lost, yes
Grandma is dead.
her hair dresser too–
by video two funerals
and the autopsy is done
no toxins of the ordinary kind.
Everyone misses Grandma.
Many knew her faux pas cinema
— been odd times.
Grandma had a Chinese pen pal
a foreign medical student
passing the USMLE
passing the TOEFL and everything.
Her friend’s now a doctor
now a scientist.
Many times
Grandma was down in a funk:
Something about the Great Depression,
the War and the slaughter again.
So many screams in the night:
Where is my Wuhan doctor girl?
There is so much beauty yet
in the quixotic world: the
flowers and designs
on the body bags.
Grandma told us
days never come lightly
when the night overwhelms
before the elegant cry
Such beauty in a sad world
my Grandma always said, is
just decoration, and
she favored flower designs
on chic shopping bags
Let the designers rise to the task
to make pretty body bags
to rise to praise, and yea
by the dawn’s surly knights
oh hey can you see our deeds
in the corona of the Sun
particles of sunset and doom.
Everyone misses Grandma.
Many knew of her, some
knew her. It’s been odd times.
Grandma told wild stories.
Very entertaining. She was
not distant ever
regardless of rules
Grandma stabbed herself to death
with a scissor in a beauty salon, and
the owner was shot to death while
grabbing a policeman’s gun.
It’s the usual.
Grandma left me
a stack of papers
from the pal, now a doctor.
Grandma loved
her dear mystery friend
from Wuhan. She claimed
her friend worked in a laboratory.
I have the correspondence
written in Chinese, and
the blacklight she had
asked me to buy for her.
The letters came slowly
sometimes through Hong Kong
and Singapore, but sometimes
through Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan
Grandma was fond
of her Wuhan girl
as she called her.
Just before her death
she reminded me that
it wasn’t important
to read the beautiful
Chinese calligraphy
because it was unimportant
It was important to read
the invisible secret writing
written between the lines.
Read in the dark
she had said.
New letters continued
to come from the
missing Wuhan girl.
I read them in the dark
with the Black Light.
Apparently, Wuhan girl is
patient zero for the world, and
they are hunting for her
They finished cleaning
the blood off the floor of the salon
She's an Anecdote for Easter
We watched the screen plays
in the Ides of March’s sins
hydroxychloroquine
and azithromycin
Studying the oracles of science
she embraced a protocol agreed to:
randomized controlled studies
It’s quintessential to have a placebo
hydroxychloroquine not sufficient
Though playful in loving banter
the study’s the thing she said, and
anecdotes make for clingy fools
who fall for miracle stories’ pull
hydroxychloroquine
azithromycin
anecdote doting
a sin
I begged her to take it,
and the plays were the thing, but
the clouds were gathering
the cytokine storm approaching,
a rapprochement for
Didier* and Tony**
not yet
Even though
she was old
and expendable,
I loved her
She’d loved to study
when she was a student
then found her doctorate Zen
randomized controlled studies
She did studies back when
and she was a professor then
But she embraced
the tragedies of protocol,
and Didier was not a saint;
this one neither known for
truffles nor foie gras.
We had gone from
station to station
into a favorite valley of us
where we’d first kissed the day;
Charlie the dog herded sheep for us
and he barked at seeing us play, and
we’d sought redemption thus, but
Macron journeyed to Marseille
to say je ne sais quoi to Raoult, but
She, my love, embraced the protocols
in a randomized controlled study
’cause she’s a professor at heart
we knew cytokine thoughts
were forming beclouded, oui
beyond reproach, yet taught
to put toes in the water
She got a placebo;
she died.
*Didier
Didier Raoult
Saint Didier
**Tony
Dr. Anthony Fauci
American physician and immunologist
director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases
Killing Grandpa
Corvidae as the crow flies
it’s a good year to die, ’cause
COVID caw-caw hurrah boo
yea true, my father died at 72 —
a cancer the grim blamed on him
and I at 71 demeaned by life
in Corona, a neighborhood
in Queens, New York
Might say in spirit furor
I’m a beer near Flushing Meadows
of the World’s Fair fame, 1964, though Dad
on Malta had his black market museum:
illegal guns in the ancient Hypogeum,
hiding missiles for dismissal of war
It’s a good year to die an honorable death.
the Grandchildren are nervous, but
I’ve put together some cleanly new
legitimate business for them to inherit.
Yeah, I know they want me dead.
Don’t blame them much…
but for fun I remember how I
let them play in the secret tunnels
yeah
it was exciting for them
to play in my tunnels,
and I let them hide in the
safe room so they could
listen to the oosh bang-bang
and smell the gunpowder,
hear the machine guns, the oofh-ow
swoosh, bat-a-tat-tat, ow-arg-uh, thud
zing, zing, chuh-chuh-chud, and muffled
screams, and it was so good to
smell the barbecue of the foiled.
Yeah, a little lie:
I told them their Grandpa
sold toys, and did laundry.
Yeah, kids, I told them
our crew liked
splashing red paint
on manikins:
it’s a war game, and
we always clean up.
Told them well:
Grandpa hated dirt, but
he made billions of dollars
washing things, and doing demolition.
They loved me, Grandpa, and
since childhood they’d
never officially known I
laundered money and
sold weapons to clandestine
really funny-owned groups
Early they heard fairy tales galore
they were to believe as required
and as they were told about me:
he didn’t like public dirt’s roar
so he washed donor money; yet
he gave their poor children toy guns
to play with, unrestricted for causes
Although they stopped believing in Santa Claus
and the tooth fairy as young adults
they inferred that by consulting
the guns and the washing machines
Grandpa controlled with computers.
I heard that Cousin Joe
called the kids
with great news:
he had shortness of breath and a high fever.
heard the kids all gathered
for his very own sneeze party.
It’s a good year to die, and
I know the kids have
a conspiracy to kill me, but
it’s OK.
I welcome them home
to party close-up with me
because they will give me
an honorable death
with shortness of breath, but
they were the only ones
I truly loved to play with.
Autonomous Evil
While some are wise enough
to search for the next
reincarnation of the Dalai Lama,
I am not, but
I have found Mao
as a fly in a spider web
Must I speak to
Tse Tung, or indulge
the tongue of my hatred
by laughing at he
who teachers mocked,
the angry secularist who
revenged himself by
collecting grievances, in
confusion, hate for relics,
for Religion, for Buddhism,
who is caught
in a spider web?
Han shopkeepers in Lhasa
speak with condescension
of Tibetans they call
unworthy and lazy
ungrateful for smokestacks
Wang Zhongyong
calls us
white-eyed wolves
Yuan Qinghai
a Lhasa taxi driver
calls us filthy
not clean
like Han on their high tanks,
we on our horses
The science of the missile,
the rocket, entices
the Han jackals to embrace
the harmony and unity
of delusion
I know nothing of Lhasa
while plainclothes police lurk
I know Tibetans
have died
Maybe I have strayed, but
how would I know --
all my elders are dead, and
in ignorance of my faith I cry
Mother Charlotte's Poison Pen to Her Daughter
Dear Daughter,
You got shoes and jewels
for what?
I told your idiot Father
not to let you
go to radical college
to major in
socialism and boyfriends
You’re not liberating:
you’re looting.
Your brother is
dead in Afghanistan. Suppose
he’d want you to have
well heeled shoes to walk in.
Why don’t you
steal something for me —
Yes, please,
go anarchy shopping
at the liquor store
Darling daughter,
why don’t you
rip out my liver, and
fry it in onions with
liberation olive oil
Your idiot Father
let me open my Boutique
and now your comrades
have burnt it to the ground
I’m glad for you
that your professor
gave you an A+ grade
Onward to paradise,
and take my heart.
Bark
Unknowns smashed into
the little old lady’s
Goode Notion Shoppe
Her old dog deftly
bit vandals well, teeth
into the foe fight, so
they left
she stayed overnight
pleased to rest a while,
thought they’d be back
She had a glass of wine
tapped her cane 13 times
and counted life in dog years.
In the morning
the dog howled, though
later the coroner came to see.
They were curled up
passing away in dog years
and the little Shoppe closed.
Olympic Torch (2008)
The tale of tails wagging:
my three cousins, fallen
cousins driven on edges
of cynicism, bravely
continuing to pass
the torch of
symbolism
One's traveling by Sudan,
a UN worker who
just wanted
to survive her gambit
into humanitarianism,
come home intact
to her husband, see
the Olympics as
honored guest, perhaps
but
Janjaweed's fleeing victims
stopped in a camp
for a chat
She, a peacekeeper
listened for awhile
to tales of genocide
from refugees of Darfur
Slaughters on memory pause
too starved to indulge grief for
the dignitary just yet,
a Darfur drudgery one
asked why the worker cried
Bad news through Khartoum --
my child watching cartoons
sends e-mail that
the dog died
Melamine* from China
supporter of Sudan
did the canine in
Don't they eat dogs in China
the Darfur woman of dead child says
She is insulted,
has lost her appetite for politics
Oil for China
and a veto of sanctions.
Khartoum is happy, and
flies in weapons
for the final solution,
but politely, because diplomacy
is of utmost importance
to China, market dream
for every company
drooling over
billions of customers
She tells her husband
who has a distant cousin
with Chinese roots
to, for God's sake,
be discreet
Her Mother is from Panama,
hates her husband's
(as she imagines it)
asian eyes, though
he speaks fluent Spanish
(Chinese, English, Tagalog),
quite a bungee linguist is he
Darfur intrudes:
"Will UN troops
protect us",
a woman wants to know.
Srbrenica she thinks
to herself, but won't
dare say
Maybe, safety in Chad,
she demurs, but
even here
another message for her
Leave me alone, she screams,
I'm doing good work
Your Mother had
cough medicine,
diethylene glycol
from China
it says,
a minor counterfeit
resulting in death
Not now,
I'm doing good work
Cousin Jinyan
is under house arrest
for protest
Not now. Get us
tickets for
2008 Summer Games
Her Hubby told me
she's not to worry --
sending flowers,
has tickets, but
hearing the torch would
travel through Tibet,
I called cousin Molly
the Tibetan trapped in China
She's worried
called home to Aba
Sichuan Province, China
to hear the brooding
from monks in the teahouse --
many dead in Tibet, from Lhasa
protests spreading
mad Han hegemony awry
with soldiers and
agent provocateurs
uniforms and robes
plainclothes
Molly doubts the torch is coming.
Thinks runners in Peru.
Odd call
home. She sells
Buddhist statues still,
swears she doesn't know
the Dalai Lama
I'm confused, heard
she wants to
go to Peru
Odd call home. She
speaks in riddles.
She seems to know Tibet
is not Peru
Not a Westerner
she's a Tibetan, yet
with biblical aspirations
Speaks of forty days and forty nights
140 dead, and
it seems she seeks
to go to Peru
Odd call home. She
will not peruse the news
from Lhasa,
or even Aba
or Luhuo.
Sichuan food for thought.
She's singing sweetly
on the phone in English
an old Irish song,
"cockles and mussels
are dead in Peru."
An odd call is this. Arresting...
Seems she
might be going to
a re-education camp for torture
to learn spelling and about
Szechuan Restaurants in Peru
News of spring colors and flights.
Aba green with
a flood of soldiers.
Whirlybirds hover.
In China
she sells
Buddhist statues still
with cockles and mussels
alive in Peru
No calls,
merry or odd. I
wonder
how is Peru?
Tell me if
a llama died
on the high road
sweet and narrow
greeting Molly of Lhasa
in spirit alive
with a torch
and a ticket to heaven
*Melamine, a chemical derived from coal was found in pet food that killed dogs and cats. It is used in China as a make-believe protein that has no nutritional value. See: In China, Additive To Animals' Food Is An Open Secret,
New York Times, April 30, 2007, pp. A1, A8, by David Barboza and Alexei Barrionuevo.
Poisoned Toothpaste in Panama Is Believed to Be From China,
New York Times, May 19, 2007, p.A3
2 Activists Are Under House Arrest and Barred From Leaving China,
New York Times, May 19, 2007, p. A3.
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