We were confused in single head
About Brahma’s number of heads

Including skull we saw in the hills
Loosely lying in holiest of waters

Where we go to feed rounded rice
To fathers’  mothers’s  fathers etc.

Brahma had a fifth that looked up
In incest at a daughter of himself.

We were confused in single head
About  heads – three, four  or five

Nevertheless we went on to feed
Rice to the rice eating fathers  etc.

We have only a head that swivels
On the  shoulders unidirectionally

With no view of what is up in sky.
We feed rice to  the men up here.

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