LEAVING NAMNARATH

so I tiptoed from the porch of E’s house
dressed up in white flannels
and leaving Namnarath
with an utterly abandoned feeling
I stumbled almost blindly into the Hills

I was contend to be alone,
but I could hear enchanting murmurs:
‘Look at that’ a voice whispered to me
as I came across silver idols
as if by accident

a dark suspicion was born in my heart.
Later that day was pouring rain

::: ::: :::

[Picture: Idols by reading_is_dangerous]