the decade the rainforest died*
- Rafael & Steph, SEA Lit Circle
- Oct 4, 2022
- 2 min read
Updated: Nov 29, 2022
by Teresa Mei Chuc
First published in Kyoto Journal (Issue 79) in 2014. Click the arrow (>) to learn more about this piece
the deer did not stop running
leopards
climbed into trees
that could not
hide them
the douc langur
and the white
cheeked gibbon
cursed at the
metal gods
we flew
raining
on them
as they burned
from napalm
elephants
choked on the
smoke of gunpowder
and poison
their steps
a strange
rhythm
as they tried
to fly
the thunder
of bombs echoed the steps
of elephants
tigers exploded
as they stepped
onto landmines
in a forest covered
with leaves
dead from
Agent Orange,
fallen trees and
decomposing
bodies of animals
and people
the earthworms
were washed away
in monsoons
with soil that could
no longer grab onto
roots
the Javan
rhinoceros
and the wild
water buffalos
that were still
alive
wandered
aimlessly
weary
with M16s
and AK-47s, we
marched quietly
and steadily
not knowing
why we were
killing each other
* For ten years, the U.S. Air Force flew nearly 20,000 herbicide spray missions in order to destroy the forest cover as well as agricultural lands in key areas of southern Việt Nam.
Teresa Mei Chuc was born in Sài Gòn, Việt Nam and immigrated to the U.S. as a refugee with her mother and brother shortly after the Việt Nam War while her father was imprisoned in a Viet Cong “reeducation” camp for nine years. Teresa Mei Chuc is the author of three collections of poetry, Invisible Light (Many Voices Press, 2018), Keeper of the Winds (FootHills Publishing, 2014) and Red Thread (Fithian Press, 2012). She teaches literature and writing at a public high school in Los Angeles, California. Teresa’s poetry chapbook, Incidental Takes, is forthcoming from Hummingbird Press.
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