as we pass the baarat
you drag a cigarette by its knees

time can stop how it wishes
i am    its protruding bone   seed

to its becoming

  i pause
  at what you say

                   mid-drum beat       horse dangles groom
       
       in mouthfuls of rice beer
soft, crunchy meat spills

              silent hunger

   flesh is obscure at touch
                economic at first sight


On the Magenta line,

  i yield
  to a tender newness