Fragile Marici, just-born,

full-formed from Brahma’s eyes.

Onion-skinned he sits, and sighs.

The first of the Seers

and all he can see

is a shell of broken gold.

*

But then, as he watches,

the nine appear, till they are ten.

Ten mind-born sons blazing in the dark.

*

In his newborn ears the sound

of wakening, many-shaped and tongued,

a slithering of thought and shade.

*

And then, the body-born.

From throat and mouth and head,

filled with blood and flesh.

*

Marici waits, spectral, for his twin.

Death springs from Brahma’s eyes.

From Sight May Strike You Blind (Sahitya Akademi, 2007, 2008)

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