Cambodian Rice
Ying of Chong, a ringgit, a cooker full of rice,
breakthrough by the Wallabies, All Blacks paid the price;
when the rice was opened, the steam began to sing,
‘make sure you pick the insects out, before eating anything.’
Insect rice
I peer in the cooker, stirring the cleaning water;
innumerable foreign insects there, uneatable,
objectionable in my rice;
how to get them out?
throw away example one, birdlife may enjoy;
the raw rice container, I put in concrete sunlight, wait half an hour;
ah, here they come, a retreating army,
creeping out in no bugle humiliation,
hurrying here, there, there, here;
when you know how...
