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December Heat

What singed griffin feathers 
And un-make me 
As I enter the forest of my dreams at night?

Tigers, tigers! 

Jacaranda tree red petals now marry the grass
Red silk Persian rugs, pile-woven and Kalika-esque
What does this florid blood profusion signify?

A magus is always a sacrifice
A poet is nailed to his own soteriological 
Tree arc of ink and despair

O, dulcet breeze and cricket song
God is far and we are the next best thing

Let the white sun fall to pieces like shattered glass
Let the panthers in my dreams 
Lap up all my blood platelets and unpeel my skin
Before the monsoon comes in January
And turns the world
Into a pre-historic emerald shrine

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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