Tuesday, October 23, 2007
My Trident and Bell (poem)
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My Trident and Bell
I am willing
to go down.
I am willing to be
the mad saint
with matted hair,
the raving mystic
babbling of god.
I am ready to invite
Shiva
into my bed.
Soon I shall cover
my body with ashes,
put a mark on my forehead,
go into the streets
with my trident
and bell.
You will not
know me then.
You will wonder
who I am,
what I am saying,
what became of the person
who used to live
at my former address.
Dorothy Walters
October 23, 2007
