Sean Wang
20 years later
the black mouth is crackling again.
weird moons, a gargle of static.
crowds of zombies lurch
at tarzan swinging through
the banks, coins falling
like nuclear ash, sunset winter
the burning clear eye of the typhoon
curving like a wave, the shadow
of a wing flickering
as people flake off, black holes punctured into the sky
and grounded like an anchor.
sands shift themselves into new dunes.
a long, persistent wail billows in an old drought.
sparks flare like desert flowers,
petal limbs, a spray of vermillion— the deep red
pain of a cracked land blushing like a wound.
i’ve seen this before,
many many times.
these images leaking into my water,
filling my mouth with lead
and my brain melting into a marsh—
a dark, endless capacity for terror.
weird moons, a gargle of static.
crowds of zombies lurch
at tarzan swinging through
the banks, coins falling
like nuclear ash, sunset winter
the burning clear eye of the typhoon
curving like a wave, the shadow
of a wing flickering
as people flake off, black holes punctured into the sky
and grounded like an anchor.
sands shift themselves into new dunes.
a long, persistent wail billows in an old drought.
sparks flare like desert flowers,
petal limbs, a spray of vermillion— the deep red
pain of a cracked land blushing like a wound.
i’ve seen this before,
many many times.
these images leaking into my water,
filling my mouth with lead
and my brain melting into a marsh—
a dark, endless capacity for terror.
Biography
Sean Wang (he/him) is currently based in Singapore where he edits for Outlander Zine, Bitter Fruit Review, and Project Limitless. He writes for the Singapore Film Society and his poetry has appeared in Rattle, Capsule Stories, and elsewhere. You can find him strolling through art galleries or cafe-hopping @wean_sang.
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