A Back Passage to India

A Back Passage to India

A Poem by AbbotOfUnreason

Hear a mighty cymbal crash

See the glorious sun on scimitar flash,

Dancing girls strew flowers

Having descended from minaret towers

Of a sudden all the air

Is filled with opium scents, so rich and rare.


All this you carry within

You, flown from far-flung lands all drenched in sin

The closest I can manage

Is to touch these worlds through your back passage.

© 2010 AbbotOfUnreason

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Added on November 22, 2010
Last Updated on November 22, 2010