by Shome Dasgupta

of what once was: clavicles
bonded by time, found
between red-yellow eyes, once
existed–howling heads of wolves, now
a mystery in teeth–over forgotten souls, so
goes the spin of the dirt, the twirl of chaos skies:
no yearn except for hungered skin, afloat–
gone and gone went you and i: we once were wolves,
our clavicles once touched, under
foolish beguiled rain, dropped
moon and like famished wolves we howled–
starved folk with pale pink tongues, furious
holy spectacles we were once

Shome Dasgupta is the author of i am here And You Are Gone (Winner Of The 2010 OW Press Fiction Chapbook Contest), The Seagull And The Urn (HarperCollins India), Anklet And Other Stories (Golden Antelope Press), Pretend I Am Someone You Like (Livingston Press), and Mute (Tolsun Books). He lives in Lafayette, LA and can be found at www.shomedome.com