Poem: ‘Monkeys at Rewa’
Alan Ross, 5 October 1995
Peering through bougainvillea that sits On their heads like mob caps, Monkeys set up advance posts.
Soon, hands to ears, as if telephoning, They establish links, At pre-arranged signals swarming
In formation. Temples’ bronze domes Attract them. They pick up stones With their tails
Hurling them like cricketers, Wizened businessmen On a company spree.
They take over the place, Noisy...