What Kills A Man
Bryan Thao Worra
Always small things:
A round.A round.A round.
Holes.Holes.HoleHoles.
Fumes.
Edges.
Split atoms.
A second.
A footstep.
A sip. A bite. A word. A cell.
A motion. An emotion. A dream.
A fool.
A bit of salt. A drop. A fragment.
The true root of arguments.
What kills a man is mysterious
Only in how minute the culprit
Behind the blow.
We’re careless, and forget:
Even when what kills a man
Is another man,
It is a small thing that kills a man,
The whole earth a single grain
On a sprawling table filled with the smallest things.
An award-winning Laotian American writer, Bryan Thao Worra works actively to support Laotian, Hmong and Southeast Asian American artists. He is recognized by the Loft Literary Center, the Minnesota State Arts Board and the National Endowment for the Arts. He also served as a consulting contractor with the Minnesota History Center, the Council on Asian Pacific Minnesotans and the Minnesota Humanities Commission. He is an active professional member of the Horror Writer Association and president of the Science Fiction Poetry Association (SFPA). You can find him online at http://thaoworra.blogspot.com.
