Saturday, 25 August 2007

Naga naked

Naga

Naked on cold hills

under the howling bamboos;
Heads fall in a row.

Green fields, crops and rain

talk to villagers in rhymes;

Folksongs after dark.


Spirits and demons:
Children huddled close gasping
as fire crackles.
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