in a Transylvanian mud-bath

by Gabriel Rosenstock


Original Language Irish & English

Dar Óma
in a Transylvanian mud-bath
I cover myself in black
oily ooze
Ganesh smiles
mud cakes in the sun
an elephant grey

I lift You with my tusks
like a log far into the forest

all my past
spread out
laid bare

I trample on it
what else to do

carefully I let You down
You stand
where no one has stood before

the ivory silence
as You recline

-- from Uttering Her Name, by Gabriel Rosenstock

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