Lê Vĩnh Tài | SAIGON IN LOCKDOWN (35/56)


By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm


the clouds looked down at the ground

at the blind buggy pulling a street cart

maybe the driver was blinded by a glare

his daughter too

no one ran

no one hid


you’re a child

saw what? the buggy twisted flipped over

and the bunches of vegetables as withered as Mother


like the clouds that only knows

how to look down at people


not the air, it’s time

there’s a space between the rows of trees

and an old revolution that has disappeared into darkness

nearly an entire block was abandoned


you’re there to gather the fear

the way people gather mushrooms

but you’ve been duped

because this is not a poem

you’re just getting closer to the truth

and its terror

once upon a time made you disappear


you won’t tell people where…

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