Made of earth and starlight
Fired hard and thrown
Into a Yangjiawan pit.
Not an eye in Shaanxi
Saw your braying skull,
Eyes groping for light
Among the dead.
Today your host's
Daughters parade
Like silk wrapped toys
For dead politicians
Pressed flat and green
And your children
Roam without a single memory
Of Arabia.  

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Bryan Thao Worra is a Laotian American poet involved with the Paj Ntaub Voice literary journal and the SatJaDham Lao Literary Project. He resides in St. Paul along with his family and several hermit crabs when they're not traveling or switching shells. His website and e-chapbooks can be found at http://members.aol.com/thaoworra. He says khop jai (thank you) for making it to the bottom of this brief biographical statement.
 

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