I carry ticking minutes
in my bamboo basket.
A hundred years I age
under the weight of laws
written in the wind, while
you walk ahead, your backs
proudly protected by shawls,
decorated with heads you never hunted.
I carry ticking minutes
in my bamboo basket.
A hundred years I age
under the weight of laws
written in the wind, while
you walk ahead, your backs
proudly protected by shawls,
decorated with heads you never hunted.