temple of the Durga


sudden death
slow death

certain death

triangulate eyes
see what She sees

Her divine breasts

feeding all that seethes
within this temple

of faces and worlds

unraveling and displayed
as a skirt of severed arms

around Her neck a garland

of freshly killed
personal obsessions

head by bleeding head

haloed then black-holed

at Chamundeshwari

robed in midnight blue
the stars do

speak for themselves


      Mysore, India