Scribbles from a diary

A few words from a diary note,
words like these -
cowbells, music, nihilism -
words which time stifles
words still hungry for a form
words less and hypoxia more
words searching for life in Art
words in which life itself is searched.

Working here
as if in a brick factory
smothered in the soot and dust of triviality
I do not know how many
words, phrases and semi-sentences
will die half-born as my time here ends
and I myself, with my veins aching for a heart,
turn to grey coloured ash
and go up in the wind from the paddy field
and take rest on the plantain leaves.