Sasak Dreamtime

Mamiq is my father

although we are estranged

Sadly life went haywire

and things became deranged

But there was a time

we gelled quite tight

and had a manly bond

when being in one another's company

was bright

and did not require a magic wand

except the cane of fishing rods

We sat by the river

for hours and hours

shaking fists at Dagan's gods

through sun and breeze

and heavy showers

Crabs at my ankles

monkey tribes above

buaya on the banks

and a true paternal love

He'd jest and taunt and test me out

to see what kind

of stuff I was about

And check if I was worthy
to entrust

his precious princess

into the care of me

I loved his art and stories

his sense of adventure

and cultural morés

He was a painter and a sculpture

and literary buff

Of his poetic depths

I couldn't plumb enough

But sadly the story ended sour

For after his daughter I did deflower

and two years of bliss with Arabian nights

a wedge arose

we started fights

I didn't know how to reach out

but had I tried

then perhaps our family affair

would never have died

I miss my Mamiq ever so dear

but the bitterness for both of us

is just too much to bear

I don't think we'll ever reconcile

and the heaviest pity of all

falls upon our child