Post by MagnetMan on Apr 8, 2009 14:42:24 GMT -5
I once stood on the roof of an inn
in the village of Pokara, in Nepal
I saw myself caught midway
between Heaven and Hell
Below me ran an open drain
filled with slime, piss and shit
it joined other drains
all flowing down the depression in which Pokora is built
to settle in the sediments of the ancient lake below
Six thousands years
of accumulated human scum
Up above
looming thirty thousand feet into the blue sky
were the lonely snow-clad slopes of the Himalayas
shining pure and white in the sun
like an angel's wing
in the village of Pokara, in Nepal
I saw myself caught midway
between Heaven and Hell
Below me ran an open drain
filled with slime, piss and shit
it joined other drains
all flowing down the depression in which Pokora is built
to settle in the sediments of the ancient lake below
Six thousands years
of accumulated human scum
Up above
looming thirty thousand feet into the blue sky
were the lonely snow-clad slopes of the Himalayas
shining pure and white in the sun
like an angel's wing
