Jayanta Mahapatra

22 October 1928 - / Cuttack / India

Genesis

The apple sits on an old examination bed
in the world's foyer.

The stony silence of the men staring hard
crosses the line of sanity.

Why do I think of this,
drowning in the depth of lost time?

Maybe nothing came from anything,
a long drawn-out yawn from nowhere.

Maybe my mother's soul set the apple free,
making it roll down the road.

And I look for the same sense of stillness,
hoping it will heal me.

The myth has its head stuck in the fork of a tree.
And the spirits of knowledge won't let it pass.
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