I must keep glowing
I must not look behind;
the danger is throwing itself across the shading
of my psychoemotional dreamlines.
If you ask me to speak of the earth inside me
I would say I have no time;
but if you turn me to a pillar of salt
and lick me better than I could trick myself
into standing upright;
Sodom and Gomorrah may not need to have been so heavily decried.
And it was heavy.
It broke into three, four, five.
Whatever was left
could not even saunter off alive.
Whatever is left of the tail
must needs be salvaged;
this is, as it were, Kristang heritage
and a meal to cherish:
a taking down of the right to say goodbye
and replacing it with the blinking body
of Singapore’s greatest cutiepie:
rainbow, serpentine,
a better dragon and a last flash of light.