of a million paddies fed by Mother Mekong, one he knew best
one where he waded knee deep at noon, naked except for a **** cloth
though double wrapped in pain, after the ****** left his family frozen in black
only a mad night before, in a war his dozen years could not comprehend
he still heard them calling his name from the razed ville, the muddy waters
where he sloshed in half circles, aping a reverse arc of the sun
as if moving from west to east, he could rewind time to yesterday
when they hunkered with him, and took shelter from the dry season sun,
unawares what else under a pure white sky could birth fierce fire
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
of a million paddies fed by Mother Mekong, one he knew best
one where he waded knee deep at noon, naked except for a **** cloth
though double wrapped in pain, after the ****** left his family frozen in black
only a mad night before, in a war his dozen years could not comprehend
he still heard them calling his name from the razed ville, the muddy waters
where he sloshed in half circles, aping a reverse arc of the sun
as if moving from west to east, he could rewind time to yesterday
when they hunkered with him, and took shelter from the dry season sun,
unawares what else under a pure white sky could birth fierce fire
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