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May 14, 2013

The Giant Chopsticks

The cauldron seers underneath
the melting pot fuses, fuels appetites.
The culinary Malay twins are born,
sprucing their sodden sky.
Massive and everlasting they stand:
piercing bluntly into sticky rice-clouds
They are chopsticks, not spoons!


For the 'Sons of the Land'
who bask in its boisterous segments
as artfully aligned to their heavens,
they fuel modest pride.
They quench imported palettes
with cultural condiments.

They stand:
a symbol of nationalism
subtly borrowed?
they are chopsticks after all, not spoons!
Chopsticks. Chinese. Borrowed.


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