Migration, Exile…These Are Men’s Words
A rootless zephyr, untamed by labels, hungers for endless feminine journeys.
Read more →Ropes suspend young bodies, turning earth's promise into raw meat under a lewd gaze.
…two teenage girls were gang-raped and then hanged from a tree in a village in the northern state of Uttar Pradesh… Reuters, Thu May 29, 2014
from hemp ropes on slender necks, the embroidery glinting on a kameez,
let susurrations visit the unrooted. Was the younger almost asleep, tunelessly humming,
when the older hissed, Come, I need to go now, water-can in hand towards malignant fields?
The villagers squat on dusty haunches, think of moonglint on unfastened buckles, khaki pants,
the thrust of earth rising. There is anger, and lewd spectacle, in the gaze of old men.
Sing, sing the myths of Mother Earth unzippered as refuge.
Oh, Mithya – Lies! — look, babies unshoveled into the earth only blossom into meat,
swinging from the sky.
*“Turn Away” first appeared in The Aerogram (USA), August 2014.