October Poem 22 Twitter Vampires

Connecting sounds of nature to villages

To the sudden stillness

To the moves in the corners

To the trail of the lonely pilgrim

 

White faced shambling Thais

With red dripping fangs

Bathe their lips

In the sunburned necks

Of foreign nationals.

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