Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
for a series of faces we patched with uneven squares
Before the cast bow, a score. Singing in field marsh,
a pool of locust-swarmed paddy-grazed winnows
emerge. Free breezes of callous, they say, as if hemmed by air.
We meant to televise storm drains, broadcasting our shadow limbs
like oily paper marqueeing over silhouettes draped in linseed
frowns, reel edges cranked by oxtails swatting brush.
Torpedoes of carnival flame, hurling of small toes into quarter
moons, such excesses we count in pennies and shoeshine.
What mother, what bushels of lush-toothed corn, what promise of leather.
Cage-lined streets, milk rotted brick bread. Dear steel leviathans,
your clerks forgot to warn of breeding chicks near earthing wires.
Musked is the smell of blood rot, gutter a derivative.
Dart sons faster, shoot their bodies out cartridges of fermented hungers,
a jettisoning of stale bathsalts. Don’t pat us yet. There is a crop
of fish we must spare of stare. Till then, no reckoning.
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