Ode to Phnom Penn

The Lake lapped like a lusty lucifer
Beneath the red-rimmed room,
The cracks in the floor meant the
Reflection of the moon
Stared forlornly at the bottoms
Of the big double beds.
Nothing to be said,
The inhabitants were dead...
Aside from their breathing and
Their sighing and the
See-saw motion of the woman
Giving head.
But dead they were I tell you this -
Hardly heard a heartbeat
Hardly had a heart, hardly
Hurt a bit when the
Sun nudged the Moon aside
And lit the Man's cigar.