There will always be great men

Keng is one of them from the land of Telknam

There are strange tribes there

driving trucks of guano to foreign depots

flying foxes in the trees

there are men with fish heads

and more with big bows

in the anteroom they write Keng’s name in history

the poor wait at the river bank

stars shimmering watering the skies with fireflies

Herds of auroch and deer are mountains of meat walking

moving from Africa to France through Spain

all with Keng’s name on them