at dawn
single-striped footsoldiers
banged drums
did the heroes’s chariots
in bright-coloured flags
it’s near dusk now
horses are trotting home, riderless
a spear in the back of a chariot
the flags
down to half-mast
From Ida Ayu Oka Suwati Sideman’s Durawati, stored for eternity here.
Divagyrations 