Of Kim

Forbidden (Foreign)

words

rang in every ear

hung on every tongue

So the peasant children

threw their life savings

rotten apples,

      pebbles

at a crumbling castle wall

the communist

continued his silent chess game

hurling pawn-corpses

into the bloody moats

to drown without mercy

The sound of

shattering joints,

      though loud

will not cover the moans of

ancestral souls

      trapped in silos.