Hawk by Keki Nasserwanji Daruwalla
I saw the wild hawk-king this morningriding an ascending windas he drilled the sky.The land beneath him was filmedwith salt:Grass-seed, insect, bird—nothing could thrive here. But he was lostin the momentum of his own gyre,a frustrated parricideon the kill.The fuse… Read More »Hawk by Keki Nasserwanji Daruwalla