when god was dead
seafoam brushing off
the blue
from your gouged bones
my dreams
glittered
in desire
again
warped
the
fugue
of longing
plenitude
of death
backwards
in the river
how to love you
i asked
or was it you
across the stained glass
the dispossessed heart
pulled out
in blue
like
a songbird
face down
in His kindness
to refine a
prayer
telling the sun
not to rise
.
Debasis Mukhopadhyay
Picture Rupert Loydell
.