When The God Drank Milk

This was the second time He spanned the world So quickly. . . In telecast miracles that occurred from Michigan to Manila to Madras Whether He was in plastic, ceramic, Fire-burnt clay or stiff black stone The Elephant-Headed, the Pot-Bellied, The Remover of Obstacles, Ganesha, The God had his fill as he sucked The spoonfuls of creamy milk. . . I am not willing to listen to Capillary Action Rationalism Or any scientific explorations. . . Instead I am hunting for some Silly girl’s bizarre secret, to know if The Son of Shiva had let himself To be breastfed, to be suckled. . . And if she, having tasted success At His having tasted her, Moved on to younger, Charming Gods, With their mouths Full of white teeth. [September 21, 1995.]