Between a sword blade and a demon's foot
a mud-wasp builds its nest in peace.
On the western wall of Angkor Wat
runs the great Battle of Lanka frieze.
 
A stone goose. Gaggles honk in the fields.
Stone fishes. Glimpses of silver in the moat.
Stone women, at stone hearths,
still there, by the roads.
 
 A pigeon flaps over the eastern gate,
carved smiles of the Bayon.
Outside, trinket-sellers wait.
Hungry eyes.  Carved smiles of the Bayon.