Hybrid

I believed in quarks
and DNA
stones bleeding
and ash
tumbling from a holy
palm

within this ripe wound
I build a temple without end from within this open shell I
offer you this—

gourd/pot/thrum ghatam

summer tar and skinned knees
a slow
burning
milkful thick ghee and endless wicks

gourdpotthrum

inchoate stone, bible
torn,
mud smeared eyes

gourdpotthrum

electric hendrix sinuous
ribbling lava loping
molten veena moan

gourdpotthrum ghatamghatam

wonderbread dipped in dal
Govinda bench pressing Mt. Govardhana
peanut butter payasam—

I offer
you this mongrel prasadam