Sandalwood statue,you’ve fed yourself to RiverKarnali; currentsgnawed everything you are not.You have fed yourself to time.
You emerge gnarled asroots, swarming from earth like eelsfrom tenebrous pools.Tendrils form your entangledmane. A crown wreathes your faces.
You exile demons,collapse time, hasten success,& palaver withcrimson tongues of dogs. Your threeeyes guide wayfarers in search
of miracles. Theyliquefy into evening’sshadowy ocean:indigo waves. Your pregnanteyelids consume each witness.
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About the writer
Dean Kostos. Dean Kostos' poems have appeared in journals in the U.S. and U.K., including Barrow Street, Boulevard, Chelsea, Cimarron Review, Southwest Review, Stand Magazine, Western Humanities Review, and on Oprah Winfrey’s website Oxygen.com. His forthcoming collection--This Is Not a Skyscraper--won the Benjamin Saltman Poetry Award. Dean is the author of the following collections: Rivering, Last Supper of the Senses, The Sentence That Ends with a Comma, and Celestial Rust. He was also the co-editor of Mama’s Boy and the editor of Pomegranate Seeds.