Abel John Biography

Last time I saw a damsel, virgin
she was,
I knew it was true but she
wasn't so good to look upon
...

Before the sun on her corridor
steps,
In a chat engage I the bamboo
bed;
...

Awoken to behold the demise of
our fathers,
Children born with no father to
cut a navel.
...

O man, art thou perfect?
Made of perfection,
Man in perception cultured.
The eyes and mind none
...

Night's in the
neighbourhood,
As the sun's gone to bed.
A great work it's done,
...