Will you forget me?

“Will you forget me?” she asked.

Then repeated; the noise of the river;

Makes it hard to hear.

“Never,” I mean it.

The jungle by the river,

Monkeys, snakes and virgin forest

This is not my place

Far from birth on a metal bird

“I think you forget me,” she says.

The river is high and yellow with sand

Loud. Do I hear her voice?

A sting, and the bug is gone.

How can I promise more,

When this place stings my heart

And I want to promise

Not to forget, and I never will

The sun so hot and the river

Filling my ears

Like the shrill whine of the

Metal bird