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Ayer Hitam

Green rows and rows of hazy rubber trees.
Dark mooing masses tough as black jerky.
Behind a dry dust pursues us, the disturber of its rest.
A needle before my father flickers fitfully.
I bleat each time he hits a hundred and more,
A five-year-old speed alarm. He teases me, his eye
Seeking hers but finding only the blankness of
Her curtain of hair. She's looking at the village child
Melting with speed, feeling herself seeping through
The aircon vents until, gagging, my head in a bag,
My mother returns, cradling me like a weapon
Silently pointed at his head. He calls a truce in Ayer Hitam
Where embattled, they come up for air, watching each other
While accosted by clouds of chasing dust.

By Wendy Gan


QLRS Vol. 1 No. 2 Jan 2002

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  Other Poems in this Issue

Family Photos
By Wendy Gan.

Tokyo Stanzas
By Stephen Pain.

Lapland
By Stephen Pain.

Interrogation
By Cyril Wong.

A Lion, In 5 Parts
By Daren Shiau.

Heat
By Allison Lee.

an exercise in gameability
By Christopher Mulrooney.

On The Birth Of A Child
By Lee Tse Mei.

August Moon
By Yeow Kai Chai.

 

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