They Came（it was published by Cathexis Northwest Press） 

Tuol Sleng
like a poisonous flower
exhaling
a piercing venom. 

The palm trees swayed
beneath the faltering shadow,
a procession of bones
    

—the dead—
labeled as intellectuals. 

They came
like a gust of wind,
They came
like a herd of wild beasts.
They came
slaughter upon slaughter,
cursing Tuol Sleng,
damning its streets and rivers. 

They regarded themselves as fanatical idealists,
But never, made the place a paradise.
Passion torched it into a fiery hell. 

They came
with frantic lusts.
They came to Cambodia—
its flesh drenched in rouge. 

When Tuol Sleng opened,
Moonlight buried people
in a sunken pit of earth. 

None to cry those words:
“ They came!”