:: Anamnesis ::

Shiva

You are Shiva
In a previous plain―
Your many hands poised and keen,
A halo of hungry wisdom,
Gather like harvest rain.

In your temple I fail to fail:
You shock my leaden feet to walk,
And you crack my lips to smile,
A halo of tepid humour,
Brittle love, faith for the frail―

You are Shiva, still.

***

Scenes

Walk with me,
Down the slack-jawed horizon.
The voracious sun is blank but burning,
A mirthless Oracle, timing timbre pulses
To our petty steps.

Watch with me,
Trail the clouds of greedy insurgence.
They are textured like a surgeon's gauze,
Wrapped fresh, grazing ghastly heartbeats
Over our scissored wounds.

Do you feel the cotton wind,
Scratch your face with the nails
Of a harried lover
And yet―you forget―
To bleed.

***

Anamnesis

Your dead-eyed memoir
Sits like a leather-bound carcass,
In your treasure-chest of crime.

Your tongue is a muddled bible
A prodigal pyre burning―
Churning―
Inscribing your scattered, sorry grime.

Read now, the pages
Spins like a ghost-town Ferris Wheel,
In your sad fairground of sin.

Your breath is a final twitch
An vapourous hiss heating―
Beating―
Rewarding your passive, penal win.

Don't you wish for
Anamnesis.