Wakhan (Narasimha)

I’ve spent the whole day looking to my left
Through the cold dust window of the car
With such consistency my neck hurts
At the bright dress and mud brick of you

We cannot kill the difference between us
By day or by night​            outside or inside

And so, here come to rest between two worlds
I sit on an old chair in the courtyard dusk
While a rooster walks the thatch of the cow shed roof
His shadow against the knives of Hindu Kush
Near the stone-snow river that mapped empires in two
(The river I hear roar from the safer side)

And gut your pomegranates on my knees
And eat the ruby tang of ruby seeds

 

Ray Nayler

About Ray Nayler

Ray Nayler’s poetry has been published in the Beloit Poetry Journal, Weave, Juked, Able Muse, Sentence, Phantom Limb, and many other magazines. His novel American Graveyards was published in the UK by Third Alternative Press. His cross-genre short stories have been published or are upcoming in Asimov’s Science Fiction, Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine, and the Berkeley Fiction Review, among others. He is a Cultural Affairs Officer with the Department of State, currently posted to Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan. You can follow him and find links to his work at http://raynayler.net
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