after the aching cowardice
after the months years passed by the polished black K’pan
the whole village shivering upon the gùi
the whole village, a child in a sling on a flat chest
sucking on its mother’s breast
doddering
bewildered on a feral slope
the budding red leaf soft in thy eyes
burning
shattering into warm rain overwhelming the horizon without a way
upon the water’s surface left, not a mark
the Cosmic mountains Sea lake a boat of light
like sunlight a blink in the night
caressing tenderly since
Thou art has given thanksgiving to many gods
adorned numerous charms
yet Thy journeys are likened to a saddle mouldering
As Thy lover underfoot abandon Thee