Fracture
25-Feb-08
You invented India
over my head, called me wet
and pink, and overly looked upon -
You are so benevolent, old love.
I and my girls wanted
a home in the earth
and, among the things we left
behind in the meadows and the alleyways,
was who we were to you.
But the dirt on the ground failed
in love – and we moved on -
and now we’re gone. Here,
curled around your head,
devoted, I suck your
imagination into me.
The earth you claim
is mine back and you
may break to know
that I was here when
you were here and
I was always this old.
I am here now
to un-invent India,
take things back.