Jay Kasturi


Elegy Of A Sort - Poem by Jay Kasturi

Dropping a fistful of earth
on your cold body in a pit,
changes nothing.
Fistful after fistful,
like the hammer on an anvil,
changes you to nothing,
not shape you into another life’s gold
or thread you into memory’s loom.
I wait in the rain
until you disappear
under a mound of wet earth.

(2001)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 17, 2013


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