Today we ripped the old dishwasher
from the kitchen where it has made its home
for the last thirty years.
Dust coated pipes and hoses
were exposed in all their nakedness
and seemed to be embarrassed by the intrusion
into their dark, private hole in the wall.
considered foundational in the central tantric
yoga of burning the inner fury-fire from the navel
centre of the yogin, to melt the innermost subtle
drops of awareness, which then flow down to suffuse
the throat and heart with bliss
A woman in Baquba lost her
brothers yesterday, shot to death
by gunmen, the paper said.
Her blood-stained dress is what
she grips at, her head thrown back
to scream the grief.
There is nothing to understand.
We lash through our days
and sleep through our nights.
It's as if we are a person
of another person.