to be forsaken and unset as from a form of Vishnu,
his turning third Veda-face pivoting
in a storm of Sanskrit terror
to eradicate man asleep from Shiva-Rudra impending
in heat and famine and waste; and Enough!
Enough, because poetry arcing
—Artistry—is our chance to rave returning,
to reverse Indra’s rain, uncursed,
to rant back like Furies unloosed
as maddening whisper daggers slashing,
being born from emasculation
as maddening whisper daggers slashing,
to reverse Indra’s rain, uncursed