A man is a man inside a banyan climbing on temple roofs.I feel large banyans climb the walls; whole jungles flee themselves.There are men inside the banyans, men who breathe and brown in the sun                   and shimmer their limbs with the wind.A banyan is a man that climbs the temple walls. I am called Left-Behind.                                             I am called Left-Behind, a starfish with a child’s head
and two limbs that point down.The banyans are my family. The banyans are orphans like me.Ta Prohm:          Banyans walk around with their tentacles at night.The tremors of their fleeing: mosquitos scared the banyans who sit with their               roots hanging.The men are my brothers; the men and I are orphans and mosquitos, too,               orphans.The men knock from night. They knock but do not want to come in.