J. Milton Hayes

I wrote The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God in five hours, but I had it all planned out. It isn't poetry and it does not pretend to be, but it does what it sets out to do.

There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khat-mandu There's a little marble cross below the town There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew And die yellow god forever gazes down.