By daybreak, the cocks crow As bodies file out of huts and houses With voices breaking and eyes Wanting more like the chickens Pecking on rice spill and waiting By the kitchen door How long it lasts, this emergence Of unending scenes and actions Is anybody’s guess They turn here and there, Humans and animals Faces and eyes encouraged to Look and act like the trees Though held to a spot by roots Earth deep, still shudder and sway Along like the wind harassing them Making a guitar string of...
