Yang Chu's Poems #189

YANG CHU'S POEMS 189

Indian
Aghori
Babes
Use human skulls
For cups.

They drink wine
From human skulls.

They hold the skulls
Very carefully
So the wine
Won’t slosh out
The hole,
The holes
That once held the eyes.

They hold the skull carefully
As they sip the wine
From the skulls.

As they sip wine from the skulls,
And as the jagged bones
Of the skull touch their lips
They hear the music of the panpipes.

Intoxicated, they run
Towards the forest,
Kiss leaves.


Duane Locke

Posted over on The Houston Literary Review