God or
something like that
shot
through each part of you, down
to your
small fingernail, well into
pits and wells
you
did not know of, beamed
right into all of that,
and into your
crude meanness,
and your fruitlessness; flooded
might be
the word for
it;
trans
lucence, the sun
blaz
ing through, lift
ing the most of you
out
of sight, save for
a persistence
of veins.
God or
About the poet
Gieve Patel
Gieve Patel (born 18 August 1940) is an Indian Parsi poet, playwright, painter,[2][3] as well as a practising physician. He belongs to a group of writers who have subscribed themselves to the 'Green Movement' which is involved in an effort to protect the envi…
View profile & all 8 Poems / StoriesMore from Gieve Patel
Our English host
Our English host was graciousWe were soon at ease;
A case in point
A case in point, the expert says;A woman thrust glowing faggots
the old crone
the old croneslurping up
There may be a very small comfort
There may be a very small comfortIn knowing yourself finally
Squirrels in Washington come
Squirrels in Washington comeGalloping at you in fours, then brake
