We drove to Rome to unreel pride
and pain, staunch the blame, drain dissent,
graft content. The last galactic tide:
we drove to Rome to anneal pride
with ’art and rain. When the Tiber died—
riven blue-black by rage misspent—
we drove from Rome to unreel, ride
the pain, staunch the blame… feign consent.
Karthika Nair is the Paris-based author of the collection Bearings (HarperCollins, 2009).
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