Machine
guns
between their brows—
blood flowers bloom.
Child of summer
dawn—
tracing
horses in the mud.
Midnight
Skylarks
under storm, ferrying
bodies one
by one.
Rage
Volcanic
ash
covered highlands:
jittery dance
of
the jewel beetle.
Sunflower
petals,
falling on a
black mass
of
ants.
Copyright © 2019 Ryan C. K. Choi. This poem originally appeared in Kenyon Review, May/June 2019. Reprinted with permission of the author.