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Interrogation

They asked the easy questions first,
like What is your name?
So I told them,
but they werenít satisfied.
They wanted a different answer.
Who are you?
I hesitated, then said I didnít know.
They laughed
and said they would torture me
if I didnít improve.
Do you know why you are here?
Because I did something wrong,
I said. They asked me
what that was. I answered
it was because I didnít know.
This time, they didnít laugh.
I was more afraid
and began to tremble. You are
a poet?
they asked.
I told them I didnít know
what the word meant.
They grew angry. Suddenly,
I was calm. Their hands opened
and closed on the table.
What are your poems worth?
As much as your questions,
I replied.
Their eyes narrowed:
they would detach the skin
from my body, write
along its insides.
Do you know what we can do
to you?
Yes,
I answered. And didnít laugh.

By Cyril Wong


QLRS Vol. 1 No. 2 Jan 2002

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  Other Poems in this Issue

Tokyo Stanzas
By Stephen Pain.

Lapland
By Stephen Pain.

Family Photos
By Wendy Gan.

Ayer Hitam
By Wendy Gan.

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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