The Winds of Wonder

If my body is a poem …

If my body is a poem with end-stopped lines,

Then its composer is a master of measures;

Dactylic beauty and joy hasten in it,

Bearing unfailing will of epic consonants;

Anushtubha gathers truth never falsifiable,

Articulate sounds with occult gleaming sense;

Then the body becomes the word kindled

In the mystic fire that transfigures death.

7 December 2024

In the mystic fire that transfigures death