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fireworks
Nanjing, China, December 13, 1937
the fireworks go BOOM!
run, run, run, legs hurt, BOOM!
chase after father, the dog barks
and runs with us, it’s a game of tag,
away from the adults behind that stomp so loud,
that speak in strange sounds, that
carry more fireworks that go BOOM!
i copy others in their loud screams,
my throat is raw, it hurts,
someone yells to
run to the western quarter! to
the white men!
but i forgot to bring my things,
where is my pillow? where are my toys?
why are there fireworks? is it
the new year already? then where are
the dumplings, the dragon dancers?
why are we all running?
why is everyone screaming?
can’t breathe, legs ache, blurry,
hold your breath, father says,
like when we swim in the river-BOOM!
no red paper on the walls
for the new year today,
just red pools on the ground,
thick and muddy,
red and white flags,
like the sun, more-BOOM!
fireworks shouldn’t be this hot, and
shouldn’t hurt this much,
why are we
running, i’m tired-BOOM!
cough, head
hurts, where did
the dog go?
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
the new year is here!
the new year is here!
there’s so much red
beneath the adults’
heads, under their bodies,
legs weak, thud
on the ground, splash
red when you step, stains,
stains, mother
would be so mad,
can’t wash them out.
but where is
my mother?
now play dead
to trick the tagger,
father says, my mouth
so salty,
salt so
unlike soy sauce, and-
BOOM!
falling asleep now,
don’t lie down
on the ground,
mother would say,
i wonder
in my dreams,
about the
yellows
and the
blues in the sky,
where did they go,
when the fireworks went off?
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