Our lips pressed on the window bars smelled iron.
We heard bells that rang and rang in the far temple
In brass domes that had fevered tongues in them.
God’s tasty food went behind the red silk curtains
As camphor flames illumined His black granite body.
Many strung flowers went in a thread for His beauty.
A pigtailed man sent words up and up to the sky
In a canopy that had hideous demons on the side.
God’s water smelled of shining copper and flowers.
His food tasted delicious, of jaggery and cardamom.
