Isaiah fans white folk from the ceiling,
One nation indivisible –
An empire pillared by pioneers
Counting notches on their pistol grips…
Time will mellow hearts
Hide me in your love.
The speech of the refugee is the living breath.
Let them speak of their roads:
… Through Europe we have travelled
Fleeing tyranny and vultures,
The devil has us by our throats,
The ghettos burn and displace our children,
You must remember us…
This country was built by slaves
– It still is –
There are no guilty faces
Just conquered people
Oar weary on the galleys
Air wary on the gallows
Fire environs us all
In the Heat of the Night 1967
– No Vietcong ever called me a Nigger –
For Virgil, hell is in police officers,
The detail in the dead and suffer;
Tweezers, toothpicks, thermometers.
Just what they know about the King’s insomnia,
The wet cemeteries in the state of Louisiana,
The struggle when fear is attached to color?
If it takes a bloodbath
Our blood, his guts
Blood in Chicago
Dams of blood ready to flood
Foreign blood stung in battle
The prayer’s spittle, blood pour.
Enlightened absolutism – War
Out of Africa 1985
Alleles of eloquence
Cradled at this rock
Bear the scorn/pity of aids
And are nothing more
Than the withering victory of:
Schindler’s List 1993
Show/er of darkness
Give me strength
For I am lost in the weakness of others
Their cracked house cruelty.
… Light dimmed in interrogation,
Held hopeful, eternal,
The fractal lobe.
No Country For Old Men 2007
There is no greater me than you;
The birds will die, the trees too.
The flesh of fish will foul
And the song will lose its soul.
I will be hot, you will be cold;
The sea’s of what’s coming,
The intensity of the plunge.
Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) 2014
I don’t exist
, This representation is an act
– An intervention. A medium
Of absence, contradiction, negation
. When I am killed again with impunity
, My autopsy transfigured as found poetry
, again I will’ve been defenseless/muffling… I can’t breathe
About the poet
Asim Khan is from Birmingham, England. His work has appeared and is forthcoming in various print and online journals. He blogs on www.photoetric.co.uk. He Tweets at @photoetric
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