this season is home


 
darkness & knots
in the blurs
of bodies & banners 
 
blood 
of an old famine 
is to declaim
new flesh
that swells like 
reprinted news
we pray for 
 
this season of ululation 
is home 
this border
between 
names & their caretakers 
is home 
this poem is a translation 
of a map sans fissure
 
mothers don’t hope 
of thistle blossoms finding a path
in spring 

 

,

Debasis Mukhopadhyay
Illustration: Claire Palmer


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