Tag Archives: Nahshon Cook

The Killing Fields (4): A Prayer

By the end of my walk of remembrance through the Killing Fields, I wanted to pray, and needed to pray, and even tried to pray. But still, I was unable to. Amen. Phnom Penh, Cambodia. 11/11/2010 Nahshon Cook’s poems have … Continue reading

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The Killing Fields (3): The Mass Graves

And I saw bits of sun bleached bone and teeth along with the surviving threadbare shreds of clothing from some of the people whose bodies were tossed into these, now hallowed, craters, after having been executed like ceremonial rites in … Continue reading

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The Killing Fields (2): The Baby-Killing Tree

then there was the baby-killing tree beside the mass grave for women and infants where the little ones were hung upside down, and their heads swung back and forth, like the pendulum bob of a grandfather clock, into this huge … Continue reading

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The Killing Fields (1): The Stupa

when you reach the front gate of the Killing Fields you’re welcomed by a magnificently stunning chalk-white reason for the living to forever hold dear the corpselike memory of the dead whose sealed glass encased blow bearing skulls are stacked … Continue reading

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