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The sun’s in retreat upon my castle

            Perched abreast the town,

Thatched atop bamboo and reeds

            Pockets of salsa wave from hill to hill,

I, king in nature

            Muse at the local futbol

                        Parading ‘neath my nose,

With feet perched

            I Size the infinite ocean,

Chirps of foreign birds,

            Swatting the persistent fly,

                        Strung fish knotted through aged fingers,

                                    Baked bodies at sea,

Peecheeleelo and I

            Are eaten alive raw,

A still fierce heat,       

            Blazes off tin roofs

                        That pierce though tree tops,

 The swaying big top

            Echoes circus torment

                        From wild barefooted children,

A single road

            Bearer of life and loss,

                        All while the sun vanishes in one bite