We had a pact, I thought, we two.
You to your bed and I to mine.
The Munduk Accord.
Why then did you make me
slap you down, and crush you
with the butt of my shoe?
Why did you show your face
to my son, and drop us to the law
of the jungle?
We had a pact, I thought, we two.
You to your bed and I to mine.
The Munduk Accord.
Why then did you make me
slap you down, and crush you
with the butt of my shoe?
Why did you show your face
to my son, and drop us to the law
of the jungle?



None of the minutes match.


When you ought to stay to save me?

Turbine boys,
masters of rice and sky.
(Photo by Janke de Groot.)