Kambujan Eulogy

Cambodia, 1980

Above the graves at Tonle Sap
pagodas crumble and blend into earth.
Water drips from the bronze genie of the sky.
Four faces stare from the shadows:
eight arms, each one holding carved moons,
birds, children. A chipped sun
in the palm of the highest upturned palm
pushes though curling ferns like an offering.

This is where the monks return to pray.

−From The Endless Repetition of an Ordinary Miracle, © 2010 by Marjory Heath Wentworth

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