Wednesday, February 11, 2015

[Poem] Pangolin Haikus

Alas, pangolins,
Please hide when staying in Laos.
We eat beauties here.

A rare find to show,
Mr. Platt calls you "Critter,"
Bombs your home later.

Here before humans,
What will you do for a home?
Our jungles sold off.

My niece calls you myth.
In our talaat, they say "saep"
In between, the Truth.

Extinction for you,
Our heritage up for grabs,
We might follow soon.

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