Travel Cambodia Poem - The Fallen Temple Poem by john tiong chunghoo

the temple, waylaid by time
piece by piece, boulder by boulder
a sacred vision that once fired an aspiration
is now but a curse fraying like unyielding roots
that tear up its foundation from the walls down and
from the ground up wreaking havoc spartan and
tenacious like an anaconda on the throes of
downing its latest prey before slithering away
to its slumber where the boar would stay quiet
quiet like the century old temple, as it is broken
down bit by bit, bit by bit, head, skin, legs, toes
into a mass of a broken creation