what can a
poet do
when the
Kali Ghat’s
festival
crowds
are pushing
and pulling
the priest
offers a service
shows the
entrances
the banyan
tree
the pool
where women bathe
he asks for
donation
the goat’s
blood
already
draining away
to feed the
poor
she makes
her donation
drops the
credit card
which is
returned
but it’s not
enough
she knows
she hasn’t finished
goes back
again to the entry
finds
another guide
explains she
already donated
he takes her
to see the
triloka eyes
a great cry goes
up at the sight
she tosses
the flowers
she explains
again she out of cash
for more
donation
scrounges a
few rupees to add
finds her
shoes and her way out
returning to
the hotel
her purse is
emptied of the card
Kali has
ways and means
to equal the
balance
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