the old crone
slurping up
essence of chicken
soup
as though
it were chicken soup
itself, mis
taking the hum in
her veins
for the ima
gined chicken's part
ing gift
while
I know it to be
no more
than hot
water's mo
mentary warming,
and how mo
mentary when even naked
flame would howl
and wiggle
an in
jured fing
er, frost
bitten, coming
too close
to the
waft of de
parting chill.
the old crone
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
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
