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
--R.K.SINGH
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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!
Gwilym
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