Palau Perhentian Kecil, no. 1

The locals of any place are
Savage to outsiders
Especially so to those visiting under the auspice of
Appreciating That Which Is Common
To the locals
The locals of every place are
Undeserving of their mantle
Husbandry of the land and its fruits
Can only be left to outsiders just as
Appreciation of the common
Like a zen master
Only achieved with fresh eyes

They are envious and confused with
Greed at what
Outsiders
Fresh eyes
Will pay for -
Fruit
Grains
Moments in the forest
And afternoon on the beach
Their rhythm hijacked they are
Untrustworthy of their treasure
But
So too are any tourists untrustworthy
Unable to see their own land in the land with which
Fresh eyes declare to be different, they are an
Unsolvable equation
Hence the damnation which compels
Their unsated wandering
I have found my voice and it speaks
Through me and
It calls you all
It calls you all out
It is savage it must be savage and ruthless
To answer your abuses
Your monstrous
Nature
Your heartless mechanism itself a
process with no bounds or limits
Or restraint
And so I sing -



February 2012 Palau Perhentian Kecil, Malaysia