Vestiges Of My Homeland

[Khe Iem]

Khe Iem

VESTIGES OF MY HOMELAND

breathe life into
clay figurines of herders
reach out to pinch the

vanishing smoke

tick tock
eyes
slanted
angled in a two-faced, one-worded world
(who, beyond words, is)
redrawing the images that have become
habitual

the road fans out
I know not which path holds vestiges of my former

homeland