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Agni (1984)


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Agni (1984)


The breeze slaps at me lightly

from the end of a long breath,

and branches swaying slightly,

announce charred birth and death.

Whispering edge of your roar,

first sensed by voles and deer,

warns that you aim to transform

utterly every mote to a pyre.

Moments summon you, raging

in green stem and crown,

screaming, sighing, and curdling

every pudding to black and brown.

Loosing the whole forest’s heat,

you burn me across the bare line

artlessly placed at your feet

to scarify with ash the divine.

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