Angkor

Bronze clangs of temple gongs
Ring out their caress.
Time stands still in thickening air
Its passage we suppress.

Angkor.

For the sake of photographs
Your holy stones cry out.
They envelop with scaffolding
Your halfway-strangled shout.

Angkor, Angkor.

Every streetside reincarnation
Every God bazaar
Poorly replicates your face
Slashed on the altar.

Angkor, Angkor, Angkor, Angkor,
Angkor, Angkor, Angkor.