Friday, June 22, 2007

Dying Standing Hijdas Death

every single moment
reminded of death
buried alive
standing
she said
worms
crawling up her
soul to be fed
married to arayavan
a goddess
widowed unwed
the charpai a martial bed
he on top
wrestling
depositing
a seed
already dead
no amnioic fluid
no umbilical
cord of silken thread
a gateway trapdoored
instead
stormy emotions
sodom gommorah
dark biblical
clouds overhead.

poem no 714

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