Your beautiful destruction,
Goddess, draws
My wild
attention, twanging my heartstrings
With savage
music. Your purposelessness brings
Me knowledge of your universal
laws:
Unceasing birth, unceasing
death; no pause
In joy or
sadness for the speaking things
Called humans.
Yet your manly servant sings:
Come, Kali. Open wide your
blood-stained jaws.
My body – naked, dripping sweat,
engaged
In sacred
dancing – feels the galaxies,
As chosen men replenish the bonfire
Your sacred rites demand. The
war you waged
Against
the demons brightens by degrees
(As do these flames) my folly of desire.
