"John Balaban describes how villagers growing rice during the Vietnam War—where Balaban, a conscientious objector, served with the International Volunteer Corps—stumble upon an extraordinary feature in the landscape:
Beyond the last treeline on the horizonThis "green patch" has an usual shape, however. Balaban continues:
beyond the coconut palms and eucalyptus
out in the moon-zone puckered by bombs
the dead earth where no one ventures,
the boys found it, foolish boys
riding buffaloes in craterlands
where at night bombs thump and ghosts howl.
A green patch on the raw earth.
In that dead place the weeds had formed a manAnd the sight of this "green creature" proves too fertile, unforgettable, haunting all the villagers who've seen it:
where someone died and fertilized the earth, with flesh
and blood, with tears, with longing for loved ones.
No scrap remained; not even a buckle
survived the monsoons, just a green creature,
a viny man, supine, with posies for eyes,
butterflies for buttons, a lily for a tongue.
Now when huddled asleep togetherOut of the darkness, convinced by the life they give to the land around them that they might not yet be dead, the missing-in-action pull themselves from the tangle of the earth and rise and walk again."
the farmers hear a rustly footfall
as the leaf-man rises and stumbles to them.
Number of Hit Dice varies according to the Fear of the Villagers, the darkness of the night and the sorrow of the dead ground.
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