Asylum
By Quan Barry
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Asylum - Quan Barry
asylum
The fish are the first to return:
the moorish idol, the black surgeon,
the trumpet and lesser scorpion, the angel
seemingly radiogenic, the goatfish
with its face of spikes. Whole phyla converging:
the devil rays in fluid sheets, the leatherbacks,
hawksbills, their shells reticent as maps.
On the atoll: the golden plover, the kingfisher,
egrets and honeyeaters
nesting like an occupation. And the flowers:
the flame trees, the now forgotten, the wait-a-bit
all drawn to what we desert, a preserve
where the chinese lantern's elliptic seed
is bone-smooth, cesium-laced.
child of the enemy
I've seen thousands of Amerasians, and I have two Amerasian [children] of my own. Amerasians are willful and stubborn. They have serious identity problems. They have no discipline. Down the street at the Floating Hotel you'll find Amerasian prostitutes plying their mothers' trade. I think there's a racial thing here, something genetic.
—an American ex-soldier as quoted in Vietnamerica
I. NIGHT TERROR
It started when I was four.
Vacation. Door County, Wisconsin.
The alewives rippling on the rocks
like a flock of birds, the sudden knowledge
growing like a toll. Then
I couldn't have articulated it, but I knew.
It wasn't the beached fish that frightened me.
It was the ones that got away, far away
under the wreck of water. The ones that survived
by fleeing, kin left rotting on the shore.
II. TWENTY YEARS LATER
Someone who had been there
(and now incidentally is serving
a natural life sentence)
told you it wasn't all
about killing. Don't ever believe
you weren't conceived in love.
You take his word for it
like an imago splitting the shell,
each wet wing a voice
purged and steeling.
III. CHILD OF THE ENEMY
a.
I was born with a twelfth hole. Instantly
the floating world carved its shame
on the dark meat of my face. A love child, child of perfidy, allegiance
split like a door.
I was born a traitor in the month of Cancer, the white phosphorus
pungent, knowing.
b.
1973. The rice winnows out like shrapnel. Before it's over
there are fifty thousand new hostilities, each birthed face inimical
as our fathers stealing home.
c.
Think of the places women dilate. Beds. Barns. Saigon's streets.
No good Samaritan comes forward and only the moon like a platoon
treacherously approaching, its extended hand like a speculum, the better
to illuminate, disgrace.
d.
Or more importantly
the places women leave. An unsuspecting caretaker. The bacterial streets.
Or
perhaps the unspeakable pitch into burlap
and water. A gulf off the South China Sea where another sinking form
is anyone's guess.