Tuesday, November 02, 2010








































Hotch Potch in Butcher Street

Morning mist bright red sun,
the sky clears, red sun
henna-red, blood red,

butchers busy cold hands,
bloody red carcass
red heart: naked for all to see
innards of slaughtered cow
-warm blood
intestines spill onto the square,

bloody red sun.


Temple bells,
the river flows past,
red blood flows onto the square
& down winding streets.

Red blood river,
river rushing fast.

Temples are strong & silent now, majestic against a cold red sun.


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