Sandeep Parmar
from Eidolon (sections 4, 5)
from Eidolon (sections 4, 5)
iv.
I do not insist that we retain the old names
I would know you
ever, light as the seed
v.
Marketting the daylong detente for a sliver of profit
does not appear to bother the kingdom of saints
Ascetics her brothers—
Spartans whose only god is [insert here
the death of eleven days]
Wash the man by the road who turns
and seeing or not seeing
is soundless, animal
wash him
he is your brother
enter his encampment (of fuel-scarred fabrics)
and listen to his black pronouncements
void of exhaust
scramble up
the highway’s escarpment
inviolate, good
wash him
or
be without brothers