Poetry at Sangam

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AFTER VESTIGES by Mukta Sambrani

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Without doubt, this is what we become-

Running my mouth around culvert, cul de,

Only sound remains and desire to document,

This string of letters where they used to be.

So walking down where we used to, let waves

Wash the past, wash us. They washed it all.

And when they did, the walls came crashing forth.

I hang up her scarf in stead. All images, deities,

Lavender salts, all go to the sacred laundromat.

So to the promise keepers- keep your eyes, your lenses,

Keep your mouths close to the flesh, on the flesh.

For in the unknown time we will all descend upward,

For the ground will cave up, fall in, throw out

All that is mis-labeled, lost, stolen or forgotten.

 
 

MUKTA SAMBRANI

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