Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Poem--Death of Neda --by Kyi May Kaung



6-22-09
Monday – my name day.


Death of Neda 

Her name means The Calling.
She loved to travel.
They met in Turkey.

One shot.
She wasn’t vomiting blood.
She was dying.  Her eyes rolled up.
Her doctor fled overseas.
Her music teacher forced
to change his testimony.
Her fiancé arrested.

President Ahmadinejad interviewed on CNN
the interpreter capturing so well the bleating tone.
The camera holds, the small eyes, the nose
sniffing sideways.





Dave Hickey--Art and Democracy--writings--

https://www.amazon.com/Air-Guitar-Essays-Art-Democracy/dp/0963726455