Slash & Burn

kali

I watch with my lips sealed

Watch each girl burn

burn the stains

of Predators’

Hands

till their life is done

 

I watch with my ears closed

Watch rancid hands

leap and lustfully

Immolate last

night’s Fun

Clear the mess. The job is done.

 

Unemployed, porn-ridden mobiles watch,

watch with closed eyes the horror,

horror of a life violated,

absolved with age-old

rituals that steeped

in patriarchy,

justify Lust.

Lust that Gandhi fasted to dust?

 

I watch with my eyes closed

Watch gross lurid fingers unravel

the hate, the bestiality—

Weeping women wipe

your wails, Rise

Rise with

the power of whipping winds

 

Like Kali come forth dripping blood

Seal the fate of those giving in to lust.

 

Ca Dhimahi Tanno Kali Prachodayat

Ca Dhimahi Tanno Kali Prachodayat

Ca Dhimahi Tanno Kali Prachodayat*

 

*Part of a Hindu mantra invoking the blessings of Kali, the dark feminine force that destroys demons.

Mitali Chakravarty is a writer and the founding editor of Borderless Journal.


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