,,,,
Don’t die another person’s death
Now onto the task
of dying another person’s death.
Nations, peoples, their suppressions —
I can only die my own death.
Never say, “I die for …”
.
Live through the quiet afternoons,
the nights lighting matches to search for my slippers
while stars fall on my face.
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- Tags: Hai-Dang Phan, Issue 14, Phan Nhien Hao, Poetry, Vietnam

