07/14/2006, WOD2: Arrant

[Indra]

The trip began, upon her hull
where lilies grew en masse,
for lost sea souls whose
rice filled bowls,
capture life like sunshine lulls
between the trees in mountains.
These mischievous men
with roads, no homes,
arrant fools with bags of bones,
secrets that would not be known,
and morals far from plenty.