Essays and Poems of Dylan Randall Wong
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Liquidator
After Li-Young Lee’s Nocturne, and inspired by the experiences of the Chernobyl Liquidators Those amplified clicks as the suited masks draw near, what could they be? Signals even their hoses could not douse, only disperse. The taste of peppers in odorless air excites the dread as they draw near. Faint, at first, then suddenly white…
Stereotactic Surgery
You ask the secret. It has just one name: again. —Miroslav Holub, Ode to Joy The mess in front of me is sacred. I raise my scalpel, my probabilistic machine, to the sacrifice and make neat incisions lengthwise. The hairs part and the mess before me unfolds—sacred laid comfortably in the clamp the exacting frame…
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