after Rilke
Rilke draws
in chiaroscuro
blossoms
thirst
between dormant
stones
in
rivers of
ash
birdcalls
that leach your mind
unbury
the psalms
from sleep
what you love
now
speak to the
signing blood
i am
i flow
maybe to your God
or whatever means to the loops of light
that makes
the fruits still glimmer
in dusk
and
the skulls rot
.
Debasis Mukhopadhyay
.