here in the city of departed gods


Here in the city of departed gods
where the labyrinth only
leads us down into the
silence of the broken stones
among the incense
and frangipani
and the broken stones
that time littered down
like dry leaves
in the dry season.

Departed gods living only
in the hearts of the faithful
cross-legged smiling
benign and ancient
beneath the three-fold heads
the trimurti gods
that greet the warm
breath of wind
from the sleeping mekong.
Tie your threads upon me
ancient mother
and whisper your blessing
in your unknown tongue
into the sighing air
you and your departed gods
i wish you well.



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