I am reading the news- four corpses of Nepalese workers are arrived from Arab in a single day, yesterday; a dead body of an unidentified girl, raped and killed, is found on bank of a river; following an announcement of election a youth, converted into pamphlet of his master, for the sake of his hunger, is killed while fluttering in procession, carrying his own face, in a clash with opposition; while deploying government mechanism, on demand of a land-mafia to evacuate the land, after getting the whole settlement registered to its ownership, a mass of people gathered for resistance, has been killed at spot from bullets of police; all passengers in a bus have been killed by collapsing a bridge, while the bus was crossing the bridge, that was recently handed overand the construction contract of which was given to a brother in-law of a minister; by taking date expired medicine distributed by a government hospital two pregnant women has been died in a village. Through loss and grief, she gives us some of the most heartbroken parts of her own self in generous gestures of love and compassion. This poem refuses to undergo painful procedures Like the long intrusive questionnaire Cleansing its tracts Before it is granted a visa To be read at international festivals. I am grateful to my brother for his curiosity, his poems that dismiss as they embrace, his ability render us so bare and raw and worthy and unworthy. Part 3 Pam Brown.
All that this generation needs is a hot iron rod to strike them on their back!
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I dreamed that I slept with the light on. But there are times when we do encounter poets whose work literally changes lives: Jackie Wang once sent me a vial of her menstrual blood. See Meaghan Morris, Ecstasy and Economics: Thank you Theresa, for your subversive beauty and for giving me permission to write in any way I need to. And the little girl?