Monday, February 6, 2012

LITTLE BOY, LITTLE GIRL


Little boy
Thinks he can prance
In the fields
Where many have roamed
And lived not
To know the feel
Of sharpened blade
On a hairy jaw.

Little girl,
Says she can dance
To the music
Of the creaking bamboo
For her swells and her curves
Hold more men bound
Than the fetters
Of the jailer-man.

Boy and girl,
They dance in the fields
Moving to the music
Of lost hearts
But they know not
That the fields and the music
Be their grave
And their unsung dirge.

The gods of the land,
They watched
As the seeds were planted
In the mounds
Without the blessing of greyed voices.
The Gods spoke
And the verdict of death
Came on the wings of lightning.

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