Jerrold Yam (b. 1991)
SELECTED POEMS
The Liable Age
Beneath slabs of benches shoved
into latticed iron, twenty jerrycansswirled without spillage, already accustomed
to leaving before the watter settled. In front,nameless uniforms contrived to make
houses of each other, their indifferencea myth weakened by yet another day’s
passing. Of all these divergent luxuriesI tried to theorise jungles as whispers
for independence; soil cakedlike doubt against fingernails
became irreverent signpostslauding ownership harder than
incantations of each other. Butthere was little dark could
not disfigure, your shadowleaking past a brim of memory
too coarse to conquer, much less fight for.If only footsteps would inherit this land
like matches struck on parallel wounds,the sky a testimony of vaulted histories
for dawn to set on fire, inchoate yearsbetween us made combustible by
the debris of someone else’s war.
by Jerrold Yam
from Chasing Curtained Suns (2012)