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vampiredust
Guest
Grandmother Reinvents Herself As The River Ganges
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The river carried her electricity
in its atoms. Each flash
it produced awed the oxen
and herdsmen along its banks.
They felt her voltage
that afternoon when they drank,
their bodies tinged afterwards
with her stain. And when
the men prayed that evening,
their mouths became transformers
for her song, for her poetry.
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The river carried her electricity
in its atoms. Each flash
it produced awed the oxen
and herdsmen along its banks.
They felt her voltage
that afternoon when they drank,
their bodies tinged afterwards
with her stain. And when
the men prayed that evening,
their mouths became transformers
for her song, for her poetry.