Hair dishevelled,
Vermillion cleansed,
Skin creased, eyes sunken,
Face dry, and voice choked.
I ask, ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Your uncle died.’
‘How?’
‘Just a fall from bed at day break.’
The cabin is dark,
Decaying,
Promoters warn
Countless times,
Saplings have grown
In cracked walls,
A pig, two hens, a cat
Play and fight,
Fight and play.
Where does she go?
I don’t know,
The world is too big
She must find her way.
So I think and take my part
Like an old, hairless dog
Driven out by its loved master.
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