Sukhothai

 
Revision 14/08/2016:
 

You are still

Frozen in your chosen space and

Waiting to rise between

Crumbling pagodas.

 

You yawn over ruins,

And I watch you dance between decapitated torsos.

 

Between us lay a dozen stone figures,

Subject to degradation and decay,

Under the weight of your cruel thumb.

 

We watch each other in silence.

The shadows of trees stretch along the ground.

 

Our fingertips touch. Mine –

And yours. 

 

 

Old version:

You are still

Frozen in your chosen space and

Waiting for the sun to rise between

Crumbling pagodas.

 

You watch me as I watch a decapitated torso

catch the sunlight as you yawn

over stone and ruin.

 

Between us lay a dozen of your doubles

Subject to the degradation and decay

Under the weight of your cruel thumb

 

We wait and watch each other, together in silence.

Are they your brothers? Sisters?

Perhaps they are your servants of a pinkish hue tainted by the foreign sun.

 

Shadows of trees stretch into your midst like long worn fingernails

They yearn for you to notice them with a fearful dread.

You are magnified by scale and an expanse of space difficult to fathom.

Our fingertips touch. Mine –

And yours. Your right shoulder feels my touch

And slides,

Colliding with the sunlight.