Written By

Poet and Photographer J H Martin @ A Coat for a Monkey




January –

Your public ward
Your gone
But not forgotten figure


Lying amongst
The bodies sitting
The bodies standing
The bodies everywhere


No way to live
No way to die


Not slowly
And with assistance
But with violence and alone


Eyes rolling
Torso convulsing
With only a filthy mask
And tank beside you


Gadaw ga


Like the stain covered walls
Like the bedpan littered floor
Like your crowded
Public crematorium


Monks chanting


Your dead carried on our shoulders


With your corpse undressed
And your brand new shirt returned


January –
You are my orphaned brother
Sister and katong


January –

“You remind me of my parents”


Image and text © J H Martin



J H’s Previous Contributions To Edge Of Humanity Magazine

Artist Exposé | Urban

Taking Different Paths

Reddish Days In Asia

A Quiet Exit