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Pigeons | p. 3 |
Mines | p. 4 |
Monkey | p. 6 |
Short | p. 16 |
Anna Grasa | p. 17 |
Sailing to Bien Hoa | p. 21 |
The Deer Hunter | p. 22 |
Convoy | p. 23 |
Him, on the Bicycle | p. 24 |
A Romance | p. 29 |
On This Spot | p. 31 |
Cardinal | p. 32 |
The Man Who Made Me Love Him | p. 33 |
The Life Before Fear | p. 35 |
Dogs | p. 36 |
I Have Had My Time Rising and Singing | p. 38 |
Painting on a T'ang Dynasty Water Vessel | p. 40 |
The Harp | p. 42 |
Amnesia | p. 45 |
Girl at the Chu Lai Laundry | p. 46 |
Burning Shit at An Khe | p. 47 |
1955 | p. 50 |
Song for the Lost Private | p. 52 |
Killing Chickens | p. 54 |
The Last Lie | p. 57 |
Temple Near Quang Tri, Not on the Map | p. 58 |
Surrounding Blues on the Way Down | p. 60 |
Elegy for A. | p. 62 |
Noise | p. 64 |
Regret for the Mourning Doves Who Failed to Mate | p. 66 |
Mercy | p. 67 |
Small Song for Andrew | p. 69 |
The Streets | p. 70 |
Snowy Egret | p. 71 |
Song of Napalm | p. 73 |
Introduction | p. 79 |
The Way of Tet | p. 81 |
Some Thoughts on the Ambassador: Bong Son, 1967 | p. 83 |
LZ Nowhere | p. 84 |
Breakdown | p. 85 |
On the Anniversary of Her Grace | p. 86 |
Apparition of the Exile | p. 88 |
The Soldier's Brief Epistle | p. 89 |
Dialectical Materialism | p. 90 |
The Kiss | p. 92 |
Elegy | p. 94 |
Her Life Runs Like a Red Silk Flag | p. 97 |
Why Nothing Changes for Miss Ngo Thi Thanh | p. 99 |
The Loop | p. 101 |
What Saves Us | p. 102 |
In the House of Immigrants | p. 104 |
Temptation | p. 106 |
Shelter | p. 108 |
They Name Heaven | p. 110 |
On the Dictatorship of the Proletariat | p. 112 |
The Sky in Daduza Township | p. 113 |
The Hand That Takes | p. 115 |
This Man | p. 120 |
In the Autumn Village | p. 121 |
May | p. 123 |
The Confusion of Planes We Must Wander in Sleep | p. 125 |
The Biography of Fatty's Bar and Grille | p. 126 |
The Years Without Understanding | p. 128 |
The Black Hose | p. 130 |
Blues at the Equinox | p. 133 |
The Impossible | p. 134 |
The Forms of Eleventh Avenue | p. 136 |
Sitting with the Buddhist Monks, Hue, 1967 | p. 141 |
The One | p. 143 |
What I Saw and Did in the Alley | p. 146 |
Care | p. 148 |
At the Confluence of Memory and Desire in Lorain, Ohio | p. 151 |
Three Meditations at Nguyen Du | p. 152 |
That Finished Feeling | p. 155 |
Hymn of My Republic | p. 157 |
Our 17th Street Years | p. 159 |
Carp | p. 160 |
Conversation of Our Blood | p. 161 |
Three Fish | p. 164 |
Our Middle Years | p. 166 |
Elegy for Peter | p. 167 |
My Early Training | p. 169 |
Meditation at Melville Ave | p. 171 |
Meditation at Hue | p. 173 |
On the Ambiguity of Injury and Pain | p. 174 |
Red Squirrel | p. 175 |
Words Like Cold Whiskey Between Us and Pain | p. 176 |
Bear Meadow | p. 178 |
Fever Dream in Hanoi | p. 180 |
After the Others | p. 187 |
The Happy Land | p. 189 |
Praise Wound Dirt Skin Sky | p. 190 |
The Inexplicable Abandonment of Habit in Eclipse | p. 191 |
Elegy for Her Whose Name You Don't Know | p. 192 |
River Journal | p. 193 |
Anniversary of Myself | p. 194 |
Why I'm Not Afraid | p. 196 |
And We Came Home | p. 199 |
The Choosing of Mozart's Fantasie Over Suicide | p. 201 |
Pineapple | p. 202 |
The Nothing Redemption | p. 204 |
The Singing and the Dancing | p. 206 |
Our Independence Day | p. 208 |
The Future | p. 210 |
The Happiness of Others | p. 212 |
Our Lies and Their Beauty | p. 213 |
Notes | p. 217 |
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Chapter One
PIGEONS
There's a man standing
in a coop,
his face is wet,
he says he's too old:
"You can't give them away
they just come back."
I follow him to the cellar.
Latin blessings on the wall,
sauerkraut in barrels,
he puts his arm around my waist
begins to make a noise,
pigeons bleeding.
We're both crying now
he moves his tongue around
pulls feathers from his coat.
A fantail he says,
the kind that hop around,
don't fly well.
MINES
1
In Vietnam I was always afraid of mines:
North Vietnamese mines, Vietcong mines,
American mines,
whole fields marked with warning signs.
A bouncing betty comes up waist high--
cuts you in half.
One man's legs were laid
alongside him in the Dustoff:
he asked for a chairback, morphine.
He screamed he wanted to give
his eyes away, his kidneys,
his heart ...
2
MONKEY
1
I am you are he she it is
they are you are we are.
I am you are he she it is
they are you are we are.
When they ask for your number
pretend to be breathing.
Forget the stinking jungle,
force your fingers between the lines.
Learn to get out of the dew.
The snakes are thirsty.
Bladders, water, boil it, drink it.
Get out of your clothes:
You can't move in your green clothes.
Your O.D. in color issue clothes.
Get out the damp between your legs.
Get out the plates and those who ate.
Those who spent the night.
Those small Vietnamese soldiers.
They love to hold your hand.
A fine man is good to hard.
Back away from their dark cheeks.
Small Vietnamese soldiers.
They love to love you.
I have no idea how it happened,
I remember nothing but light.
2
I don't remember the hard
swallow of the lover.
I don't remember the burial
of ears.
I don't remember the time
of the explosion.
This is the place curses are
manufactured: delivered like
white tablets.
The survivor is spilling his bed pan.
He slips one in your pocket,
you're finally satisfied.
I don't remember the heat
in the hands,
the heat around the neck.
Good times bad times sleep
get up work. Sleep get up
good times bad times.
Work eat sleep good bad work times.
I like a certain cartoon of wounds.
The water which refuses to dry.
I like a little unaccustomed mercy.
Pulling the trigger is all we have.
I hear a child.
3
I dropped to the bottom of a well.
I have a knife.
I cut someone with it.
Oh, I have the petrified eyebrows
of my Vietnam monkey.
My monkey from Vietnam.
My monkey.
Put your hand here.
It makes no sense.
I beat the monkey with a sword.
I didn't know him.
He was bloody.
He lowered his intestines
to my shoes. My shoes
spit-shined the moment
I learned to tie the bow.
I'm not on speaking terms
with anyone. In the wrong climate
a person can spoil,
the way a pair of boots
slows you down ...
I don't know when I'm sleeping.
I don't know if what I'm saying
is anything at all.
I'll lay on my monkey bones.
4
I'm tired of the rice falling
in slow motion like eggs from
the smallest animal.
I'm twenty-five years old,
quiet, tired of the same mistakes,
the same greed, the same past.
The same past with its bleat
and pound of the dead,
with its hand grenade tossed
into a hooch on a dull Sunday
because when a man dies like that
his eyes sparkle,
his nose fills with witless nuance
because a farmer in Bong Son
has dead cows lolling
in a field of claymores
because the vc tie hooks
to their comrades
because a spot of blood
is a number
because a woman
is lifting her dress across
the big pond ...
If we're soldiers we should smoke them
if we have them. Someone's bound
to point us in the right direction
sooner or later.
I'm tired and I'm glad you asked.
5
There is a hill.
Men run top hill.
Men take hill.
Give hill to man.
*
Me and my monkey
and me and my monkey
my Vietnamese monkey
my little brown monkey
came with me
to Guam and Hawaii
in Ohio he saw
my people he
jumped on my daddy
he slipped into mother
he baptized my sister
he's my little brown monkey
he came here from heaven
to give me his spirit imagine
my monkey my beautiful
monkey he saved me lifted
me above the punji
sticks above the mines
above the ground burning
above the dead above
the living above the
wounded dying the wounded
dying above my own body
until I am me.
*
Men take hill away from smaller men.
Men take hill and give to fatter man.
Men take hill. Hill has number.
Men run up hill. Run down hill.
Copyright © 1999 Bruce Weigl. All rights reserved.