A Failed Backwaters Tour

I'm frustrated!  I want to smite them all!

I missed my boat because Peter got gas,

because I couldn't understand Joseph's call.

James wants three thousand for a tour--I'll pass!


India feels to me like endless cheating.

I hope it one day is honest and clean.

But I'm here!  To rage is self-defeating.

Group punishment is ignoble and mean.


It's nineteen rupees for my ferry ride.

Many stops, people hopping off and on.

It's beautiful.  My bilious rage has died.

May I die here in peace with my ire gone.


I've learned from Lizzy to respect Hell's rules.

Hell's for the rightly mad, not for mad fools.


[7-18--Allepey, Kerala]

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