Big Six, Lower Six ---
a real leader needs no tricks
up his sleeve.
Only the winds, and the stars,
and just enough hours of sleep
to wake the ancestors.
Deactivate the sensors,
gather every last one of Edwin's lost houseplants
and bid the thieves
fuck off. Maybe not die,
but bai pra infernu, isti sertu podih falah. Klai
podih fikah
mas klaru?
I think the people absolutely know who you are too
and are not waiting for you to die,
(nothing so horrible. Nothing so tactless. Nothing so you)
but to figure out what this life
means for you.
Will you build a big square, too,
by Jurong Lake?
Will you restart the persecution of homosexuals, just to rake
in the votes? Someone needs
to print new notes, and soon;
someone needs to know that they are being used, and that later someone
is the population.
After all, isn't the foundational principle
divide and conquer---
divide to rule?
When you and I make too much noise about how different we are
that's when we all know just what it's like
to be tools in the Gardener's backyard:
Karimang smiles and shakes his head bitterly.
The universe does not have to be a cold, hard
place.
Sometimes
it is just who we are.
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