Wander Throughout – Shome Dasgupta

Gritted minds of holy spectacle jaws:

granted deep, in throats of wandering chests

breathe hard upon a ground like thuds of hooves

upon the body of earth, from a stray horse–

red eyes angry breath–stomped

fields of gleam, dew sing and sing

like a lost ghost in need of comfort.


We are all so together–we are all so alone,

green green green of all that exists:

in eyes of forgotten hope, when

we know the best is just a facade

of you and you and you and me and

we are of no good no good no good.


As brazen shoulders, heavy–pushed

down upon the tops of our heads,

yelps of pups in search of grocery markets

and yellow flowers: chewed mud, spat

out upon the open golden fields.


Of hay and metal–a tint of the sun

bent sideways: a beam a tunnel,

miscellany sorts of entrances going

deep through our eyes–in trance,

we hover until there is no ending, in

bits of sounds we wander throughout.

Shome Dasgupta is the author of i am here And You Are Gone (OW Press), The Seagull And The Urn (HarperCollins India), Anklet And Other Stories (Golden Antelope), Pretend I Am Someone You Like (Livingston Press), and Mute (Tolsun Books). He can be found at www.shomedome.com and @laughingyeti.

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