In the lush greeen jungles of Kerala

mowgli country. god's own backyard million snakes
million sweets. million spices. million lakes
one brown dusty bus-shaking road. deadly prize
in deep afro waters of coconut curls. toddy fields
mad elephants 2000 year old churches. St. Tom gun
flower brings blood into my sands ebbs million times less
where are you? who are you? what are you? how are you?
when are you coming back to me? snaking into the rubber plantation
that sam like deeping in the everfresh waters of a tiny white-churched
village. brooming white yellow brown sand all in one with black
big snakes are less poisonous. water snakes are tasty in bangkok
small boat in gorai. my blue rubber raft that grandpaa carried all over europe
onions are two bucks a KG. People smoke bidi. cats drown in small back waters
near rice paddies. women work man drink. small man on cycles. big man on motorbykes
chappati white flour roti round and round. half burnt brown as it rains in mowli
we are hot and grab a leaf and drink from the skies as the leaf routes
bread is great with garlic and potato gravy. a chinese bell goes off
as chinese nets catch indian fish near jewish synagogue. we have sinned
slipped over the mossy thousand here stone into a green pond that takes care of
its own ecology as Earth burns
and sky burns
and waters burn
Tsunami rises
Phoenix false