CANTO CXVII (THE LAST DAYS)

whr art thou narasoma?
       i hv seen the sacred flies fly
       into the mouth of a rotting elephant.
       i hv seen the blood red slick earth.
       i hv seen
                      the world come to an end.

i am tired. i hv stopped fixing the wirus on my skirt. my hair falls in ropes about my face.

whr is yr headgear of pure gold? yr arrows of burnished wood? yr five-o-clock shadow?

no birds sing.

vultures fly in circles.

dharma is happy, i know.

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“>he wdve shaved u himself if he knew
vishnu had long gotten sick of u.

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