MacArthur

Yes, I'm back, and hopefully I won't be on a hiatus again. Thank you Golden Land for the wonderful memories but nothing beats home. :D I am currently wandering in a sea of endless possibilities (LOL). Much to learn, much to learn. I'm still on the adjustment phase of, practically, everything.

I'm starting to miss Myanmar already. And for that, here's something that would always remind me of you.

Lilith's Jeremiad

She died crouching on the vertical box
with grains of rice occupying every available space
there is to occupy.

Somewhere, outside the door
hermit crabs are running away from the dark;
trailing tattered strands of
torn yellow ribbons.

Torn yellow ribbons tied
through holes, on clotheslines
and on the dented barks of coconut trees
standing in lines outside the house,
guarding the house
as military troops storm the streets with
their bayonets; screaming, thirsting for soft flesh – young flesh.

And little girls flee,
near the sea, through the city, to the woods,
not wanting to be seen…

like hermit crabs
they flee
and they hide

only to die crouching on the rice dispenser
with grains of rice occupying every available space
there is to occupy.

Someday, I'll trod down your lovely roads again. Promise. :)