the dark pulse of incessant rain in granma's forestveined fore-
head, luminous lines of face-script, with-
out-breath, death-earthworm wriggled facebook, the
the the the she hates all the men her brothers husbands in-law cousins
upper & middle communits & congress
men, those fractious, factional ghosts with their idolatorous
unbreathing stonystoned gods,
for her she preferred those skull-gardened tongue-faced ones
but it is the men who end up stories--a dead policemean
by accident betel-or bloodied-mouthed, & on this side
more dead sisters,(too many unknown malnourished writers in the family),
a malayali medium's susurrant kunjikuttan in the village square
a 70s postmaoist suicide in a lockup, here advancing on the black page wrecking
mother's tongues granma a strand of stomach between the palewhite
blouse & petticoat has the head of a toothless monkey but with gums of gold
who caterwauls of the dark pulse of incessant rain in