And Kali with her eighteen – no
Elliott’s hundred arms
with a daughter
Shiva’s daughter
Our time here just dissolves
Like the sand throughout the hole
As the darkness, just devours,
The shadows with itself
Well, her daughter
an illusion
along with all that she creates:
like the hours
like diversion
like the love that people make
Choke on the words as the meaning won’t come out
Of the basement
Go home, she says
Go home and eat your bread alone