Poetry from Thailand

Original poetry written in and about rural Thailand.

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Location: Chong Khae, Nakhonsawan, Thailand

Monday, April 23, 2012

Memorial Day 2012

The narrow black roads
form a grid in a way that’s
not really for cars which
pass so slowly their tires
barely hiss or for people
either who have to walk
over family plots amid
the funeral regalia to get
anywhere. This garden for
the dead is nice enough,
but no one really understands
what’s going on here. Ask
and women will just pretend
they didn’t hear and men
will turn into talking heads
looking over your shoulder
to out there in spin-doctorland.
There’s no poetry here that
I can see only perpetual care,
and without poetry I can
never hope to understand.
No one knows what’s going
on here least of all me.
All I know is this is where
you are.

FG  4/23/2011

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