Returning from Sigiriya hills
in their high green the grey
animal fortress rock claws of stone
rumors of wild boar
pass
paddy terraces
bullocks brown men
who rise knee deep like the earth
out of the earth…”
Sunlight sunlight
stop for the cool kurumba
scoop the half formed white
into our mouths
remove
tarpaulin walls of the jeep
to receive lowland air
on a bench behind sunlight
the woman the coconuts the knife
Awesome poetry from all over. 