It's Their Land Poem by Manonton Dalan
It's Their Land
land birds prints on dirt-path
going to shallow mud pool
a lizard footprints same way
detached wing on dried grass
red stain fresh, close my eyes
risk everywhere not for only me
continue my walk; scorching sun
my backpack is becoming heavy
i have to take a rest by a shadow
overlooking vast greenery, flowing
red tiny ants dislike my presence
they want to take me down by teeth
(050811)
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