The Peahen Poem by Donal Mahoney

The Peahen



A dream wrought by curry

Somewhere in Mumbai
great fans whir against the ceiling

as the old madam reigns
from her rocker and has

the girls come out, one by one,
picks this girl for her own

won't let me pick mine
from those she has parading.

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