Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
It was so wide you thought it was a cinema.
It was his foot. Each toe was the head
of your national bird, sprung from the mouth
of a jackal. Each thick leg,
a jackal’s wily torso, tail
tickling the ribs & hooking the thighs
of a farmer tucked in the neck,
clutching his goat—man & beast agape.
It played a newsreel across its spine:
Decorated horses on march. They come upon
a writhing blue elephant
the size of a man, its trunk
locked with the tusks of a wild boar sloshing
about the belly on its back.
A bitter war. Everyone suffered.
Here, the sky grows red with embarrassment.
Life’s work is to lie in wait.
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