Smog Mother
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John Wall Barger
John Wall Barger is the author of five previous books of poetry: Pain-proof Men (2009); Hummingbird (2012), finalist for the Raymond Souster Award; The Book of Festus (2015), finalist for the J.M. Abraham Award; The Mean Game (2019), finalist for The Phillip H. McMath Book Award; and Resurrection Fail (2021). He is a contract editor at Frontenac House, and teaches in the BFA Program for Creative Writing at The University of the Arts in Philadelphia. See: johnwallbarger.com
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Smog Mother - John Wall Barger
Smog Mother
The soul is silent.
If it speaks at all
it speaks in dreams.
— Louise Glück
I stand before a large ceramic jug
at the Siriraj Medical Museum,
Bangkok. There’d been a fire
at a cinema, 1970. A boy,
instead of escaping with his family,
climbed into a jug of water.
That made sense. Then
the water grew hot, boiled.
They found him curled up
in the shape of the jug.
I
Thai volunteer protester of faithful bones
You stomp the immense thoroughfare
One hundred thousand souls
The Democracy Monument is wrapped in black
The sharp wings of it are cloaked
O gentle offended ones
Which like clouds have no face
When your heart marches out to die
When you march out to kill
The crowds are crawling waves
I don’t know what is next where to be
The further one travels
The less one knows says Lao Tzu
I walk write eat applaud
I weep scrutinize destroy
A military junta has taken the country
The National Council for Peace and Order
Protest leader Sutin Tharatin was shot dead
Tharatin was giving a speech
Now Cambodians are fleeing Thailand
Sutin Tharatin! Sutin Tharatin!
The crowds sing his name
His corpse sprouts stories
One book under another sprouts
From that sudden corpse
The world says this is Thailand’s business
Who gives a fuck about them anyway?
Who cares about them
Their whores and cockfights
Anyway?
We clap and clap and clap
We cannot get enough clapping
Loudspeakers bleat slogans
Ideology is rampant in the streets
You can cut doors and windows out of nothing
You can make a room out of nothing
You can slash an idea
You can electrify an idea
You can shove shit into the mouth of an idea
This turns to hate
Better to claw at empty space
Soon there will be nothing
Nothing for all these winds to play on
In the wake of a mighty army
Under so brutal a sun
You must walk unhurried or collapse
O tourist open your wallet of glimmering gold
O tourist at this wat of barbed spires
O tourist you stop to watch the marchers
Your face Christ-haunted frightened
The crowds are singing Sutin Tharatin!
Monks glide among the protesters
Theravāda monks in loose orange robes
Some monks look calm amused even
Among them Khruba Siwichai giggles
Dead seventy-five years but still he giggles
He drifts under a billboard of the king
Beloved King Bhumibol Adulyadej
The king peers down upon us
O frail god face bland unsmiling
Khruba Siwichai giggles
Beware the newly rich
Beware the devourers of corpses
Vagabonds stagger through the crowd
Vagabonds in black rags skin grimy as sadhus
They trudge against the bodies
They wade the human tide
Stomachs hard and hollow as wood
These are household gods
They have never heard tell
Of The National Council for Peace and Order
One is holding a broken machete
One has plastic bags for shoes
He sleeps in a cardboard box beside the ATM
The one in his Spider-Man underwear
He sleeps in the alley beside my guest house
I follow a three-legged dog off the wide boulevard
She hops to a marshaling yard
Emaciated chickens stand in bamboo cages
A family is huddled silent by a fire
The fire a goblin spits spits
The dog wags her scabby tail
She trots into a labyrinth of shanties
Ramshackle