It makes sense not
to have the body
seamless,
hermetically sealed, a
non-orificial
box of incorruptibles.
Better shot through and through!
Interpenetrated
– with the world. Air
mists my lymph. Ex
cretion, degrading
routine,
gives the world passage.
I am a bead.
Sorted,
thumbed,
threaded,
stru ng,
fingered (did you say) by
threads of all hues,
riddled through,
happily.
It makes sense not
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…
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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
God or
God orsomething like that
the old crone
the old croneslurping up
There may be a very small comfort
There may be a very small comfortIn knowing yourself finally
