Poem – Temple, London (For Maggie Hindley) – Yuyutsu Sharma

Wind howled 

like the trumpet of a fierce Kali 

rushed in through 

the Temple Tube Station 

to slap my face 

to smother the flame 

of my breath 

and blind my vision 

as I soared 

floaing up the steely slope 

of the ecsclators 

in spirit of reaching 

a hillside shrine 

that our goddesses 

always prefer to live on. 
Once up 

out of the Station 

in the freezing cold 

as I exerted to push 

my overcoat up 

my shaking frame 

I saw her there 

on the wet pavement 

out alone in the open 

with a swollen black eye 

and an issue of The Big Issue 

held like a trophy, 

a sacrificial rooster 

against her sagging breast.

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