| The ground is damp with liquid marrow-- Skeletal ghouls with sunken eyes jostle and elbow-- looking furtively around them extinguishing the fires with gleeful hearts they eat half-burned corpses-- There, in that menacing forest holding fire in his hand dances our beautiful lord. (Vidya Dehejia, Antal and Her Path of Love: Poems of a Woman Saint from South India, 1990) |
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