Treasure Island

sheena blackhall

(18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Old Woman and Pig, Jaipur


The bus stalled at a pot-hole
I watched through the steamed-up window
An old woman pause to squat.
Lifting her colourful sari
(Fiery as Siva, golden as marigolds)
Near to a sacred ghat,
She exposed her withered withers,
Assumed the excreting position.

Her body divided sharply,
A curving scimitar slash;
Through the thin grey gash
A brown banana of shit
Emerged from its peel
A noon deposit the rooting hog would bank.

Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010
Edited: Sunday, February 14, 2010
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