Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










ANDAL FEEDING THE PIGEONS by Alvin Pang

Don’t be parrots bound by thread
to the voice of the Master
Be the Master
the lilt in his step
the stove of his loins
the ember fleeing into the crisp dawn air
as the Beloved approaches
Enter through his eyes
and finish his perfection with longing
Take this grain and tell the faithless one
I am coming
I will pen him with my body
When my body is spent
I will pour breath into his lips
When I run out of breath
These words will nourish him
He can feast on their hunger
This is how we mortals tame our gods