Adi Atman 5: when I spilt my blood

by Ivan M. Granger


Original Language English

Adi Atman,

who did I think you were
when I spilt my blood
on the red Sonoran rocks?

a black eagle
thirsting for blood
ready to pluck
my beating heart
from its cage?

I was crazy from thirst!
I pierced
myself for you
caught in ocotillo
slung from saguaro.

why didn't you
stop me?

<<Previous Poem | More Poems by Ivan M. Granger | Next Poem >>


View All Poems by Ivan M. Granger








Adi Atman 5: when I