At dawn quarter to five the train like dodo's skeleton
At morning nine a bird, thick rice fields.
When it's eleven thirty
Accumulated rainwater in a soft sand-hole.
Afternoon quarter to three –
Three or four moths companionless all day.

Evening six forty-three
Warm aroma and flavour of roasted chicken
At nine thirty-four almost cruelty
Loving bee sting.
At night one fifty-five
Darkness like Kali's womb, alone.