Of Polonnaruwa and Midday Heat
Troops of children breathe and learn,
of cultures hewn from stone.
Ancient peoples long removed,
their ruins lacking throne.
From sun-baked sandals
Toes protrude,
Or hardened soles meet
Soil nude,
Bare behinds from dwarves
Cavorting,
Maned beasts, paw raised, stand guard
Roaring.
In a green leaf filtered glow,
the snoozing monkeys lie.
Whilst at the speed of midday life,
lone tortoise plods on by.
By David Bugg (2012)
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