May Chong


From bark and leaf they made them:
Swift hawk-like hunters, assassins, spies,
Rouge-streaked, steel-tongued, thorn-legged
with brow severe and scathing eyes;
Savage spirits bound to thimbles,
screaming voiceless for freedom, raging by.
Fly, wood-wing, fly.

May Chong writes ads, fiction and other truth-bending things. This is her first poetry sale. She occasionally tweets at @maysays.