Karaikal Ammaiyar, courtesy The Hindu
The ground is damp with liquid marrow--Skeletal ghouls with sunken eyes
jostle and elbow--
looking furtively around them
extinguishing the fires
with gleeful hearts
they eat half-burned corpses--
There, in that menacing forest
holding fire in his hand
dances our beautiful lord.
(Vidya Dehejia, Antal and Her Path of Love: Poems of a Woman Saint from South India, 1990)
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