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Three Poems by Patrick Revere

India Calling

We dedicate to you
This interruption
On behalf of god
Or the divine applications
Of our people
All of which will create
Great ease of life
For instance
Consider the great bull's
Powerful urine to heal
Cancer
Conjunctivitis
All types of thromboses
Malaria
Insomnia
And such related maladies
Also use the sun, mud
With a cold towel, and
Saffron with whole foods
"Are you comfortable?"
Watch, don't slip
Let it sink in
Now take tea!
And this with rest
For one and one half hours
As we plan your day




Confluence

i am one man
among 20 million
who walked for weeks
to rest and pray and bathe
here at this convergence
for 30 days
in january

i am one man
named after one god
who rests now on straw
after rice and roti
humble in my cloth
void of music
of gardens
of fountains

if i can breathe
through the seat of my soul
become only the static
of energy astray
i will be alone
here

        floating

in no need
of a name




Aashish Nandan

The water
Flows from Shiva
For everyone to prosper
The ghats
Line the river
With silent colored strength
The nude man
Wears a sullied cloth
Intoxicated atop the stairs
His gesture
Startles passers-by
As he sends a prayer for you


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Patrick Revere is a business journalist in West Michigan who, when he's not copy writing and copy editing, playing with his daughter, watching ball games, hitting volleyballs, refining his prowess at bar sports, or carousing about looking for trouble, enjoys quietly reading and doing a little more writing. He's the author of gads of poems, a fair collection of short stories, and one nearly-complete novel. His closer friends call him Fatty.


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