Eddie Tay
SELECTED POEMS
an excerpt from remnants
i. Beast
Forged of the jungle, I have no language,
but there is a soft rain that wakes me,
healing the scars on my body;
wherever I roam, the ground is written
with rivulets, bringing relief
to thorns that clutch at a blackened sky.Forged of the jungle, I have no language,
but boulders and branches prompt me
with their silences. The wind drums
a rhythm on my skin; wherever I roam
there are gasps of mud-flats at my feet,
and I murmur with the low rumblings of thunder.Tall grass beating at my face, a vision
throbs behind my eyes. I quiver with lallang,
rear at full sprouts of flowers.
Forged of the jungle, there is a dull desire
emerging from disquietness of ancient trees.
I raise my raven head and roar.
by Eddie Tay
from remnants (2001)
