[Poem] Gop Nyai

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“Gop kin deaune” or“The frog is eating the moon”According to ancient Lao tradition.
Beyond our borders, it’s just apredictable eclipse.Carl Sagan would hate our demon-hauntedworld.
Sagan has no use for the Lao Sung shamannear PhonsavanWho panics when signs suggest Gop Nyai’sreturnBecause certain stars are right and dreamsare strange.
If our legends are true,Somewhere, between Champassak and LuangPrabangHidden deep in a primordial cavern nearthe Mekong
He slumbers,An ancient entity ever dreaminghungrily,An anuran astrovore, devouring stars andcelestial bodies.Perhaps he thinks to gain preciousimmortality.To free himself from bonds of earth andmere reality.
Each time might be the last time, if notfor humanityDoing everything to dissuade fearsomefrog ambition.
Towering above our lush jungles and hardmountains,He’s selfish with his lunar appetites, aninconsiderate titan.His true spawn are terrible to behold,hungry for manIn indifferent corners best left unknown.
He’s cowardly, despite his size, butover centuries
Not a single solution has put a final end to him.
So, men, women and children keepwatching the skies,Laughing nervously, trying not to take anythingfor granted.Livingloud and proud, to protect the cosmos, just in case.