Yusef Komunyakaa

C E K L M R S U W

Camouflaging the Chimera

We tied branches to our helmets.
We painted our faces & rifles
with mud from a riverbank,

blades of grass hung from the pockets
of our tiger suits. We wove
ourselves into the terrain,
content to be a hummingbird’ s target.

We hugged bamboo & leaned
against a breeze off the river,
slow-dragging with ghosts

from Saigon to Bangkok,
with women left in doorways
reaching in from America.
We aimed at dark-hearted songbirds.

Confluence

I’ ve been here before, dreaming myself
backwards, among grappling hooks of light.

True to the seasons, I’ ve lived every word
spoken. Did I walk into someone’ s nightmare?

Hunger quivers on a fleshly string
at the crossroad. So deep is the lore,

there’ s only tomorrow today where darkness
splinters & wounds the bird of paradise.

On paths that plunge into primordial
green, Echo’ s laughter finds us together.

In the sweatshops of desire men think
if they don’ t die the moon won’ t rise.