“if there were water” and “Frameshift Mutations” by Shastra Deo

if there were water in lieu of hyacinth garden my kingdom is a heaven of spilled lilies -of-the-valley, dead lands empty is the sea : silent but for breath of my beloved(forbidden sight and sun break)hoards prophecy of the world and its remaking : years he has since grown deciduous—sloughs lashes like fall teeth, whites of his eyes sap-speckled with singe : my shadow no shelter though his roots still clutch my stone-dry tongue: in the rivermouth where they left the king(my father)the fish shiver apart, jaws stretched out of being : omen and ossuary : all through the reeds … Continue reading “if there were water” and “Frameshift Mutations” by Shastra Deo