Dead in Borneo 2017

Dead in Borneo
Inspired by the philosophical interpretation of William Henry Farness, a Fellow of the Royal Geographic Society as recorded in Glimpses of Borneo, privately published by the author in 1896.
 
Souls
Assigned to their proper place
Just desserted
Good and bad
 
APO
LEGGAN
Old age takes
Troubled bones
Die poor, remain poor
Or maintain a rich estate
 
All is contestable in love or war
 
LONG JULAN
Violent and sudden death
Overtakes the heart
At battle, by fall
Young mothers in childbirth
Mourn their infants
Destined for young warriors
Cut down in the bloom of youth
 
TAN TEKKAN
Born still
Little souls
Exceedingly brave
Together in a world of their own
 
LING YANG
Watered down
But rich in legacy
Lost Gods emerge
For prosperity
 
RaDayak
Parallelism
In modes of thinking
Among men
Far renowned
 
Why does knowledge develop
Natural surroundings?
 
 
Aa’s power dependent
On the fact
That no one knew
Its name
 
An unholy mind
Inactivity of mind
Non-industrious
Yielding to climate
 
Dense in the jungle
On every side
Life excepted
 
Untutored minds
Living in constant communication
With the aspects of nature
 
Everywhere soaked with superstition
 
Headhunting
No house is blessed
If not sanctified
By a row of human skulls
 
No man can attain
To the happy region
Unless a head is added
To the household collection
 
Dry heads
Bereft of skin
Hair
Threaded on vine
 
Hanging there
 
Marching Dead
Starved
Left to rot
Amid the orchids
 
Transported
Battered and bruised
Crushed
 
AT SEVENTEEN
Bright-edged
Bobby-tailed
Ready for a fight
 
Unfearful
Awaiting glory
 
AT TWENTY
Pillored
Squashed
Laid out
Like bricks in the sun
 
Scratching an existence
Drinking dysentery
Slowly rotting
To the core
 
AT SIXTY SEVEN
Who
But can feel
Cold steel thrusting
Lancing the heart
 
Who but the courageous
 
2,345 inmates
Like a day and a half
Of death by the track
 
Slow
Lingering
Excruciating
 
Six survived
By pluck
Luck
 
 
Marching dead
Without dying
Life wrung slowly
Like water from a towel
 
 
Lost in clouds
Shrouding
Devil mountains
Alone in a crowd
Of comrades
 
Hunting Necks
Cultural necessity
Argues violence
To prove love
Manhood
Belonging
 
Macabre manduas
Hang from waists
By hilts
Rusted in age
 
Swinging in an arc
Of suddenness
Death looms
Then peaks
As blood splatters
Green foliage
 
Boiled and baked
To release
Tension
Left to dry
On a rack of bones
 
Sepilok
Habitat bereft of verdant
Squanders centuries
Of harvested rain and sun
 
Losing ground
To the onwards march
Of time and greed
Forests break
 
Tears swell
Flowing to darkened rivers
Of rust and dust
Crushed
 
Saucer eyes
Hide a shrunken heart
Breath lolls
Bodies waste
 
Redemption is slow
Precarious
No guarantees that
Redheads can be saved
 
Keeping cool in Sukau
Oppressive cold
Melts in the noonday
Dark
 
Icy torrents
Of sweat
Freeze upright
 
Layers of frigid mist
Swallow silhouettes
Whole
 
Sounds break
Like ice blocks
In a canister
 
Slowly
Senses return
From sleep
 
To face the ugly heat
 
Time
Time
Standing upright
Still as salt
Sleepless
 
Time
Dripping like nectar
From the Sun Bears jaws
Pooling
 
Time
Swelling the ranks
Of used tears
Dripping
 
Time
Long lasting threads
Of gossamer mist
Swirling
 
Time
Cavernous reams
Sitting slowly
Growing