Saturday, June 5, 2010


Before the ant-eaten roots

yield to storm and the roof cracks

I must find a new shelter

to escape the full collapse:

the facade of specious house

and dead wood midst dust and green

have popped up myths of ages

academics recycle

holding gods in the hand

in cozy illusions

perpetuate newer

games of convenience


1 comment:

Poet in Residence said...

Dear R K,
with your permission I've now put this poem on Poetry2010 and two other poems, and a photo of your new book cover, on Poet-in-Residence. Have a good day.

Today we've got the painters doing the windows. They've just disturbed millions ants which were silently destroyiing our old walls. Those ants will now have to find a new home ... preferably somewhere far away!