Poetry

When I look at my grandmother's family photos, I realise I don't know who anyone is.

rats chew and scuttle in the sacred places.

When I look at my grandmother's family photos, I realise I don't know who anyone is.

Written on April 15th

rats chew and scuttle
in the sacred places. within our gutted
skyscrapers, frogs
forget their spawn
and float away. we go out against history
slashing rhythms from our keyboards,
like the engine of a boat
chopping water
and dropping boxes
in the wake. we yell in cathedrals
and listen to echoes
as they bounce,
and bounce softer. in 100 years
our not even our bones
will be remembered.


DS Maolalai has been nominated for Best of the Web and twice for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden (Encircle Press, 2016) and Sad Havoc Among the Birds (Turas Press, 2019).


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