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As a rule, we are only because
men have looked down upon
us with such kindness
straight into our eyes.
Warriors stare each other down.

Reach its climax at the Shikhara, or the Vortex
is the subject of the verse. Has been, since way before
Pound’s age, peaks like the city all over a pleasure
we are not given credit for. Like how to make time
move by not moving. How to make a new time
in the palm of your hand, a son made of dirt
is our most popular deity, with an elephant’s
borrowed tusk and a half
the trunk, which leads to good luck
depending on what side it points to
sitting idle an idol at your desk.

Source: Poetry (July/August 2019)