Beyond the Pale

Contemplating on the huge
gaping hole of distrust and misgiving
my unwilling native scout's mouth transformed into when I
told him I'd ford the river
"Munch", whispered Shiva in my ear
that goddess of self-destruction
and partner in my unheard of crime.

(I crossed
without my scout
and met friendly Indians on the way
that directed me to the feast.

beyond the pale,
I could still hear the screams)

24.10.2006