Poetry · Issue 9: New Cartographies

What Kills A Man

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.

Published in Issue 9 · September 2017

New Cartographies

Global speculative short fiction, translations, critical reviews, and contemporary verse.

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Bryan Thao Worra has 3 works in the Mithila Review archive.