The Tourist (Burma; An Irrawaddy cruise)

We descended upon the Bay


A faceless affluent swarm
of riches and tailored fineries

A hideous army of
decadence

Morphing like a
Thickening
Pestilence
On the Shore
We negotiate
the slight incline
Like A dumbfounded
Faune

The Children seemed
indifferent
And untroubled
by this shamless
Cumbersome
Cyclopses

As they approach
Grading
The momental Panorama

And Embracing
The locals
Like
Meat-Inspectors
To
Their
Stringed Cadavars

In a torrent of flashes
And startled looks
These hideous
One eyed demons
Lower their implements
And finally show a slight
glimpse
of their Humanity
As for the first time their
Eyes
Meet

Their Coyness
is consuming
Like their palid complexions

The people we witnessed
On that day on
The
Irrawaday

And captured for eterity
on our devilish devices

Are the last of a dying
Breed

A time capsule
Of more
Simplistic
and
Virtuous
Times

Where Agenda
Was a
floccinaucinihilipilification

And those sweet saccarine
siamese dreams where no complication
And Live on at least in tiny pockets for now