The Xan bypass the mind body ‘problem’

 

There is no distinction in their culture

 

They are simply a living mind

 

Opaque almost invisible but more than this

 

You will know of their presence before you see them

 

They will inhabit your thoughts

 

They dwell in daydreams 

 

Only certain of us can

 

See them.

 

The wry crack of a smile

 

Down through generations of imperial sway

 

Under silent fans rotating on some malarial veranda

 

Inchoate with liquor sweat beads soak the back bone

 

Infernal buddha on a funeral pyre

 

Scorched suburban enclaves of closet empire dwellers

 

Dreams of lightning over the Ghats more essence

 

Than whole embodied

 

Steady as she goes my man

 

And on hacking and thrashing at the bush

 

Unsteady psychotic obeisance to benign powers

 

Inherited powers and wealth

 

Superior death rites

 

It must be tamed, this swelter born out of stasis

 

This greying of the cells pulped matter roadside huts carnival baggage

 

The buffet car entranced 

 

Acts of self -sacrifice are folklore

 

Signs through the forest

 

Make believe fictions of innate human benevolence 

 

To keep you warm at night

 

How to feel how to sink into a coma

 

Of delusional contentment

 

Watch the tempting smile the laughing buddha’s cartwheeling through space

 

Brain flowers death cults naked

 

Ash covered sadhu by the Ganges river

 

Rolling in death