Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Didn’t start out quiet.
Until drawn out of my own body
To scarf it cell by cell,
Last meal.
Mirrors fell around me
Melding into a single conduit.
Everywhere I looked,
A spark petal loosened
Into tremulous flesh.
The star-guzzling reek
Of burnt petal clasped my throat.
Looked down at feet that belonged to another.
People who danced over ice-hills-
Warlocks.
Like them, I was not forgiven.
Greedy for all the glowing refuse,
Greedy for the shimmering interstices
Careworn ghouls.
Greedy for the prolonged street dweller
Morning throat, heart skidding on
Dirty snowflakes.
A false start
Waking up in a crate of gold snakes
False hope
A masquerade of high heaven
Because the escape had to have
Precious galleons
On call.
There was nothing there
Lion/
Water/
Water lion
Held my own face in front of me
And counted teeth.
Dear illusionist
Your magic was
Bloodshot.