Bryan Thao Worra, Poetry, Prose & Poetry
Leave a comment

Jai Gai Nyai

Though my heart is a dinosaur
And you but a cold meteor,
Fly as you will to my atmosphere
I’ll return in my own way

Perhaps as poultry,
Perhaps a gallon of diesel,
Some polished paperweight

Or mixed in the concrete Nak
In a temple for a thousand souls
Who will come back many times

Because they couldn’t let go,
Without regret.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *