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The White Review · Khairani Barokka – survivor’s remorse, guilt city survivor’s remorse, guilt city (after wiji thukul, tr eliza vitri handayani)   a knocking-on-clavicle rage, my concrete block of shame wrangles day round the neck with poems that say outright what they aren’t: naiveté-shine poetry unmarred by innocence, they’re hunters with nothing to ask, made of jinn-hints that settle in the dark, licking words, spinning me thin as, ecstatic, they burn in their own pile of sweat, not stopping ’til my mouth gasps shut, they   are force of bloodied reminder, push to cradle one body’s history in another set of rules, to belabor in a school made of year-bricks, to get at the massacre we’re born upon, as poets whisper on newly-made skins, ‘you got out’   *Poet’s note: Wiji Thukul is an Indonesian poet-activist who disappeared in 1998 This poem is in a form called the golden shovel, created by Terrance Hayes, and is based on Wiji Thukul’s verse, as translated by Eliza Vitri Handayani: ‘My poems aren’t poetry / They’re dark words, they sweat / They push one another to get out’     The White Review · Khairani Barokka – Floodlights Floodlights   Winged creatures dazzle night sky, illuminated Japanese sea crabs, leg spans four metres wide, in flight and oceanless This is my dream of kiamat, Muslim school-educated endtimes— the earth expels its bowels, frantically, rings of volcanoes shudder their violent excrement,