Those tatters hold some signs, some letters
With sharp tipped arrows pointed a-right
Dulled from the days they’d seen better
Showing quick turn where a lamp shone bright
Some other tattoos etched in sombrely
A house, a temple, a banyan, a T-junction
Faded inscription hiding a mystery
Perched above a way bridge, what tells that star?
A bunch of asterisks with an ear like interrogation
Familiar like a family you know from far
What secrets you hold Old grandfather?
Mysterious in your ways that young won’t fathom
You hold me spell bound you practised charmer!
I hug and kiss fondly to your bosom
Urging the secret you hold to secrete without?
Your lines meld the longis into lattitudes
The mountains hang half & rivers run into a hole
The contours simulate a nuclear blowout
Waiting upon the gnarled roots on the three roads it obtrudes
Am trying to figure a way to make the dice roll.