You’d mind us kindly once again,
for our good health, and the wealth
of the nations.
You mean … you’ll mine us,
ours will be the running sweat,
the burning toil to unshutter the breathing vents,
drain the dark shafts, pump the carrying oil, then
back to work with bright canaries
strapped to the buckling back.
We’d sing our bowed-head, whistling songs
underground in the damp earth of memories,
where we’ll again be wed
under the stars of your crosses and banners,
our dry roots will knot like twisted longtime lovers.
The grand old parents left seawards so long ago
taking the deep gold and crown diamonds
with them, and we were left, lonely
children in the wilds to fight it out
with dusty dingoes and the lion prides.
Now the proud, younger lords return
to exact their blood inheritance, tax free.
A century of tomorrow’s sunsets
will see the grandchildren abandoned
on these seething shores, again to kindle
fires against hungry tigers and slinking panthers.
Show us the canary.
Secluded in the last visages
millenium wine washed down by punters
Pinch pockets stare sideways
Spot like eyes
being close with lilly eyed iwallets
A figurative disguise turning blase
The servant drums dance
Harlequins of night mass parade
winding seawards
worshiping the pipers
who have to be paid
The road of runes
The blackbird shrieks
Night befalls like my brother
The sequence is stet
from a lonely toad stall
Winding seawards
over mossy fields
Unbuttoned time
Old men craving
in ancient fields
emotions staked in mud
neon hopes fuse the last of day
The backwash reflection
sent waves seawards
to crash headlong
into the oncoming waves
sending swash and spray skywards.
It was fun to go careering out
and ride the surge, and get upshot
as the two waves met and banged together.
The afterglow of backwash aftereffect
was exhilarating that afternoon.
SEA
Water, very deep to immense depths, no sunlight pierces
down here – blackness.
Coming to the surface, sunshine sparkles magically,
a myriad of dancing points of light.
Sea monster curling in the rip tide, powerful muscles
gracefully propelling him seawards – for food.
Salt water covers so much, two thirds of the globe, all this wetness.
Drown if you breathe it, don’t you dare unless you’re a fool.
To be a fish, man enjoys the sea, diving, sailing
or simply watching.
Wait worries will
Oils odd ordeal
Ride roaring risk
Drain discrete disk
Simple storms seize
Wine willing warp
Offer old orbs
Roam ruffles rest
Do deep detest
Sign sore suppress
Work wonders wait
Opt old opiate
Reap rave reviews
Drop dancing deuce
See senses stew
Wander wild ways
One odd obey
Risk right replay
Dance dares doomsday
Still solemn stay
Weave wayward whine
Odd on outline
Rest roasting rinds
Dreary dread dines
Silly steep signs
Weak waves wayward
Observe outward
Right rearview roam
Dread dancing dome
Stance swings seawards
Wise words weave well
Observe oddly
Roll rhymes risky
Dreamy daze dwells
Simple sense sells
Leon Enriquez
26 Apr 2014
Singapore
The wind blows seawards
towards eternity.
and thoughts are drifting
into the future far
and almost inaccesible
to our mind.
Deeds of the past are lost in unimportance.
The factor time shows us, the human beings,
our limits
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