The Opium Man

The opium man

with his milky eye

sits to grind

a tiny nugget of resin

into water

filtered then through wool

of goat and sheep

He pours it

first for Shiva

then into his cupped hand

for guests to drink

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About Mikaela

I am an artist and writer living in the Perth Hills
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