the warlord prepares (Burmese Yadu)

on the sand fort

in his short hair

he brought forward

from small cord cap

the lord takes a morning nap

when dusk comes down

in dark gown top

his frown is seen

he has been one

to wean outcomes from the sun

for in morning

a stirring view

bringing battle

death’s rattle comes

prattling as fear now runs

x

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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