North and South

Our sea waves came from a bottom of South and pebbles from storied monkey-soldiers who floated them on choppy salt waters.We ate rice topped with grated coconuts.

Our gods lay in stony slumber in flowers.But we had always dreamed of the North, of rivers where corpses floated like stones and burnt in acrid blue smoke on the banks.

The waters would flow with bright marigolds as life unfolded each day on a new death .They made fine round rice balls for our dead.

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