listen to the twang of the music
the sound of mountain song
all playing in the background
of the deep south
where the people are dark
and the chilli is hot and delicious,
fair winds blow gently every day
and cows strut across field and road
unafraid
even if they are the cause
of horrific accidents
when buses crash into them
and kill scores of people on the spot,
but that is just the way
there are plenty more where they came from -
cows, people and buses too
- from Poems from India 2002
