The teardrop,
the shape
the continents
gave to our landwhen they split
and made the Bay of Bengal
put the fish in the sea
and designed the beachfor the landing craft of men
who swing their ropes out
at night, breakfast on fishand spend their days
hunting villagers for meat and wine,
hunting villagers for televisions,hunting villagers
to put them in a family way
in the family houseplastered clean and whitewashed,
the homes of the friendly hamlet,
Jaffna buoys in the Sunon the high street, by the well road,
gardens full of mango and jack
and soldiers waving cricket bats.
Indran Amirthanayagam, "Teardrop," The Elephants of Reckoning. Brooklyn: Hanging Loose Press, 1993. p. 46