The Undefeated Person

The Undefeated Person


I stand alone in the field
Locking house windows, all of you are shrieking
I like the act of viewing people’s spectacles
and I feel that people
are but a horde watching a spectacle
I’m proud-I stand alone in the field
I cry-I experience the suffering
of wounds/assaults/and thoughts
but I’m proud-I stand alone in the field
I’m eager to meet
young men who brave storms
young women who brave attacks
I’m eager to hold out a costly tray
decked with tears strung as finely as pearls
I stand alone in the field
The moon is alone/the sun is alone/the earth is alone
I stand alone in the field.

Translation by Manjushree Thapa

Recent Content

link to Deprivation


Deprivation by MYRYN VILLAFLOR [they slither, and they hisslike talking serpents , as they passthrough those discarded streets]his head’s a sanctuary of sounds,where he would hear his father sing him to sleep[they drift, and they hoverlike cigarette smoke wouldinside that shady space]his heart’s an ocean, and women are like waves; reflecting, and refracting along the shoreline of his […]
link to Lady Annabelle

Lady Annabelle

Lady Annabelle by TOKONI O. UTI  She has a will, she has a choice.  Now too loud to hear the noise.  All those who never wanted to be.  And all the voices that we see.  Today she drowns in her regrets.  Tomorrow she is silent but will not forget.  There is nothing else to give. […]