Poems & pictures from a trip to Angkor last year.
Disappearing Buddha
Among these ancient ruins
And a blazing sun
Space defines being
Doorways are within doorways
As they fade away
Moss cannot conceal
Such a glorious smile
On that Khmer rock face
Time has ripped away
All trace of identity
Bar giant curled lips
Sensual carvings
Are trapped in an ageless dance
Stone their only home
Angkor saps energy
A stoney maze dry and hot
And without mercy
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