Anthropoid

poems by Sophia Terazawa for Anthropoid


Bà ngoại’s knee is made of iron,
and she waits for a dead man.

No army could take out her legs,
though still the sparrows lunge.

Wait for me, says my grandfather,
but Bà ngoại does not look back.

3 poems
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