- Morfydd 2
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- Beyond
India
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- Beyond the orchids you might
see the rubber flesh
- of
swelled fruit, and in the
central domed rotunda,
- a
counting table supports a lacquered ultramarine box
- brilliantly
inscribed with a naked pot-bellied child,
- a
rifle tossed over one shoulder.
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- Also,
along the edge of the box was carved
- an
alternating series of silver bells and mangoes
- the
color of milk-tea. It is always
evening
- when
the triangular black hand
- frosts
upon the armchair
- set
in a corner behind a bead curtain—
- an
undersized monkey’s paw
- holding
a miniature silver bell
- over
a basket of mangoes the color of milk-tea.
All sensations,
- even
false ones, repeat themselves
like red ribbons
- dropped
about in the heat
- that
the town must swim through.
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- The
black hand is only a design on paper
- formed
of dark stamps from a distant civilization.
- The
remainder of this paper strip
- seems
at first to be filled with a great number of small teeth,
- perfect
in a way seldom seen in this region, yet
- they
coalesce into a delightful piece of newspaper fluff
- concerning
the English Doctor’s rather difficult marriage.
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It is rumored that the syphilis medicine
- is
locked in the box
- and
that next to the inevitable syringe
- lies
a fountain pen with a gold seal
- advertising
a local bottled ale. You see,
- once
drunk, every stinking
dullscaled fish
- in
the water appears
- to
be a chime on a long string of chimes,
- and
a sort of charm against these recurring bad dreams.
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The mangoes sit beneath a yellow silk umbrella,
- the
air darkens them to blue eggs
- and
stretches their forms into a chain of crescents
- up
and down the greenhouse wall. Like
a birthmark
- on
the jungle, khaki-colored
- with
half a dozen white bungalows
- scattered
along the perimeter like small, perfect
teeth.
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Beyond all this, a one story
wooden building,
- a
spiritual citadel stacked among the millionaire’s imported pines.
- Then
comes the incredibly tiny river
- tucked
over to the left as one leaves,
- the
waves hidden behind the pagoda’s aggravating
- rash of roses.
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