With the Word We Will be Healed

“Stoned to death in the streets of San Francisco,

in the year of grace 1869 by a mob

of half-grown boys and Christian school children.”

 

The tiniest one cast first

then lined up for smiles

in sepia school picture

viewing a future stranger

says how cute the young

pale tot smiles into the present.

 

Wan Lee’s human flesh

was never photographed.

Rather, the iron and wood

in which he worked became

what his master’s religion bid

them to be. A conduit imposed on.

 

It was true.

 

Wan Lee was meek.

If only forcibly.

And so he inherited soil.

And yet it was foreign.