Saturday, 2. October 2004
Loss of Gods
Listening to a psalm,
In Sanskrit, at noon
In order to wake up
From hung over sleep –
It appears as if he has
Been asleep for days,
Been walking for nights.
His head slumped on the desk, The disheveled room, the dried Out tongue, the caked sweat All smelling of alcohol, Thinking this is how An exile loses his gods.
My Poems
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