Ophelia Went Down to the River to Meet Narcissus
The most fertile eggs are first to rot
Poor Dalits, clouded with flies
Dance away all thoughts about
The one who won't join you tonight
Dogs eat unwanted ribs
Statues will stand alone
The dark cloud's looming rain
Won't splash the sparkling pond
Oh, mountainous muscles
Velvet skin and onyx eyes
Marble abs and chiseled chin
Oh, those handsome thighs
Too much for the human heart
Helen of Troy would have blushed
All pleading is a soft fog that
Fades away before being touched
There's bright sun in the water
There's constellations in the stream
And skin that gleams like fish scales
And hair flowing strong through reeds
Oh, mountainous muscles
Velvet skin and onyx eyes
Marble abs and chiseled chin
Oh, those handsome thighs
Dalits come down to the river
Wash your old aching hearts
Leave with handfuls of daffodils
Hearing echoes from afar
Who are you?
Who's there?
What have I become?
Posted Jun 13, 2016, 1:22 AM UTC · edited