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"Why are we in Vietnam?" (or any damn place for that matter), revisited Part 2

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The monkeys learn quickly.
They go find the sun.
He is still raging, burning up every cloud in the sky.
Flying is easy.
These monkeys learn fast.

The sun sees them coming.
Oh, it's those pesky monkeys who have come to play with me.
But now they are really smart pesky monkeys.
The sun is thinking of what to do.
I will burn their tushes and send them home!

Not so fast.
These monkeys have a plan.
They sneak around back with a clay pot.
They fill this pot at the rain spout.
Rap-a-tap-tap, using their wings, they tap-dance on the door.

Let us in!
We are scared of heights!
(They snicker to each other.)
Sun decides to be in a nice mood.
Those monkeys visiting will make a pleasant distraction.

Come in.
The monkeys come in.
They are hiding their little water-pot.
They are hiding their wings beneath their jackets too.
The sun thinks he has them now.

You have come a long way.
Do you want to play?
The monkeys look at each other and pretend to be nervous.
What game do you suggest?
How about dice.

We don't gamble, say the monkeys innocently.
Well, just this once maybe, says the sun.
What are the stakes?
Oh, how about your tails.

Oh, that's a funny idea.
And what will you put up, ask the little monkeys?
The sun has never lost.
How about my house.
The monkeys look around.

They like what they see.
It's a deal.
Whoever gets the highest doubles in three rolls wins.
First the sun rolls and he gets two fives.
The monkeys roll and they get two fives.

The sun rolls and he gets a six and a one.
Monkeys roll and they get six and one.
They say, You are a good teacher for us.
The sun is feeling queasy but he is quick-witted.
Why don't we take a nice break now.

But really he is thinking: What am I going to do about these monkeys!
The monkeys begin looking over their new digs.
The sun says, Oh look, it's Ameise down below.
She is calling to her dear little monkeys to come home.
Maybe you should leave now.

The monkeys pretend to be fooled.
They look down.
Where is her house?
Oh, there is it, that charred pile of smoldering wood.
I wonder how that happened!

Now the sun is ashamed because it was he who burned it down.
But he really wants those monkeys to leave.
They are reminding him of what a jerk he is.
We are homesick now, they say.
Let us finish our game.

They sit and Sun rolls.
He gets two fives again.
Monkeys roll.
They both get two sixes.
Good-bye, they say.

Oh, you are leaving? asks Sun with relief.
No, you are leaving, say the monkeys.
This is our house now.
Sun leaves, hanging his huge head.
Monkeys fly down and get Ameise.

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Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger  and author of several books, the latest: 13 Seeds: Health, Karma and Initiation. Over the last few years he has begun calling himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic (more...)

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