#MIDDLEBURY
I Am the Whole Defense
Mai Der Vang
Mid-1700s, Southwestern China
Lightning is the creature who carries a knife.
Two months now,
The rains hold watch.
Statues bury in teak
Smeared with old egret’s blood.
I feel the pulse of this inferno,
Tested by the hour to know
That even torches must not waver.
In the garrison, I teach boulders
To trickle from the cliff.
My fallen grow parchment from their hair,
Calligraphy descends
From their lips.
Infantry attack
But my musket knows.
They scale the sides
Yet I tear the rocks.
I am not wife, but my name is Widow.
Let them arrive
To my ready door,
The earth I’ve already dug.
About this poem
“This poem was inspired by an anecdote from ‘A Historical, Geographical, and Philosophical View of the Chinese Empire,’ published in 1795 by W. Winterbotham, in reference to a Hmong woman who defended a fort by herself after Chinese enemy troops killed all the soldiers, including her husband: ‘[T]hey were conducted into the fort where she had remained alone, and of which she had been the whole defense; sometimes firing her musket, at others tearing off fragments from the rock, which she rolled down on the soldiers who in vain attempted to climb it.'” – Mai Der Vang
About Mai Der Vang
Mai Der Vang is the author of “Afterland,” forthcoming from Graywolf Press in 2017. She lives in Fresno, Calif.
The Academy of American Poets is a nonprofit, mission-driven organization, whose aim is to make poetry available to a wider audience. Email The Academy at poem-a-day@poets.org.
(c) 2016 Mai Der Vang. Originally published in Poem-a-Day, www.poets.org. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
