A Tale of Myanmar

She moved rapidly over the ground
Alongside the Salween trench where hell dogs
Slathered their steel lips in conquest; beasts
Collecting the night’s wordless skies.

She fell hard upon the scorched ground,
Her slender legs slapping the stony loam.
I cradled her wet face against my chest
To gentle her howling heart. She smiled
And stroked my face, then her mouth leapt
Upon mine and our hands curved into flames
As we pushed deep into the brush.

Wordless, we spoke of our hopes and fears;
The beasts hard upon our backs,
The children and their mother’s shriek,
The lifeless weeping stirred by the heartless.

The sick and the dying were with us,
Between our moving lips and fingers,
Upon our union of sweat and flesh
Underneath the forlorn heavens.
And within our merger of silence we knew,
At long last, there was no more need to run.

© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

This story and link is dated but seems rather relevant...
India influences Myanmar (Burma) and Bangladesh for Gas supply
possibly through Bangladesh pipe line - January 11, 2005

Thank you to Ko Htike's Prosaic Collection for the videos.

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