| Lydia Herzog - Poetry |
The Temple The heat descends on us like swarms of locusts Bid by the sunset Guiding us to the shadowy part of the temple complex The cats were about the steps, abandoned yet totally at home Some in the oppressive sun, others in the shade Incredible tommi whispered, it's like they were waiting for the sunset Some followed us physically, others just watched us Lazily from a distance The temple had stood in mute silence for centuries Watching conflicts and other ceremonial blood rites Our guide pointed down the hill, back the way we had come indicating an elephant had made it's way toward us, led by an ancient man Thin, his bones protruding from his robes His cane was for himself, yet he used it to control the elephant Well not control, perhaps to suggest, or merely to ask Under the man's robe was a white shirt, against a background of brown leathery skin Thick black glasses, made his eyes huge and child-like He walked slowly as if every placement of his bare feet were a prayer Tommi and I had run away from the city from our lovers from family obligations fortunately we were the same gender, she and I Yet we loved, because there was an ocean of memories between us Joined by a distant windy storm Tommi's arm in mine, leading me as if I were blind to the elephant I wanted to ride and we were granted The animal lowered his trunk and we ascended like stairs to heaven The slow waving movement of the animal below us, the intelligence The strength, the abject indifference, we laid on his back and smoked from the pipe Led by the man with prayer feet Billowy clouds of inhibition flowing on the wind Seeing the temple with new, smoke filled eyes every block, every placement a revelation of historical precision soon we are alone, just us, and the elephant We are gods |
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