|Photograph: courtesy of Ula Kapala |
of Wroclaw, Poland
THE BLACK FLOWER
Iris Chang, author of The Rape of Nanking,
November 11, 2004
Sick to Death
At dead of night she woke, unmoved
By the crickets, moon, and stars;
From old they sang or shone above
The fire and rape of wars.
Then pity was a crumpled child,
Kindness a battered womb,
And all the world one genocide,
The grave her living room.
The iris by my walk is bold,
Its purples almost black,
And stems and petals always bleed
Before the sheathings crack.
She took her life to lift the veil
Of grief--and still, I’ll bet
That most will never remember
What Iris could not forget.
|"The Black Flower" originally appeared |
in storySouth and was reprinted
in The Throne of Psyche(Mercer University Press, 2011)
Available via your local bookseller
or Amazon and other online sellers.
I didn't remember that one from the book, Marly.ReplyDelete
I suppose 106 pages is a lot for a book of poems unless it is a "selected." But yes, you may find it on page 28.ReplyDelete