Witnessing the gaggle of their generations, my
campanile tolls, cordage of their togetherness
pulls at the spine of my freestanding spot. I cogitate
on the conclusions of a vagrant watching a buffet
spread from wrong side of a French window.
We redact the lines written for us, as our prouder
parts refuse to underwrite to an entity with many
names but no entelechy. Some drafts later one
surrenders, as consciousness shepherds us to its
sanative ruddle: in submission is sagacity.
When futility of thoughts push you to ponder:
which ossuary must you deposit the bones of
burden? When serape of fear envelops, recreant
shadows leapfrog from lonely routes, it is time
to discover, detect your sealed areas. Lies we
tell ourselves are the lies that leaven brew of daily
business. For the nonce nimieties detonate maslin
of vis mortua. In their stimes breathe myriad blurs.
When existence is an escalator in reverse
perforce the pate ingests somatic arrears.
Habituated to homing and hoarding
swinishness is our default setting.
Even when gelded moves
of the mind goad us to grab
body seems bridled by agencies
one shudders to have a showdown with.
In reign of rhythm we touch ourselves.
Haptic sensations heal, then hurt: it hits
when tactions don’t feel like you. How
do I decode? No one has been able to
brute diamonds of desire since your
decampment. Find me a baldachin and
blackcoat who will fix this?
Sanjeev Sethi has published three books of poetry. This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015) is his latest. His poems have found a home in The London Magazine, The Fortnightly Review, Ink Sweat and Tears, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Allegro Poetry Magazine, Amaryllis Poetry, Desiblitz, New English Review, Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine, The Galway Review, A New Ulster, In Between Hangovers, The Open Mouse, Otoliths, Expound, Yellow Chair Review, Red Wolf Journal, Boyslut Poetry, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, The Aerogram, Right Hand Pointing, Squawk Back, The Penwood Review, First Literary Review-East, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.