Retribution

James Jeffery '22

I once dreamt of you and I in India.

Your smooth face and my beaten one

Slipping in and out of crowds.

We saw the Taj Mahal, and

I said it must have been the nicest present

A man had ever given a woman

You told me he had four other wives.

I hadn’t known that.

I thought about the bird we buried in Bombay.

Suffering surrounds us, secludes us

Weathered rocks and hollow trees

High-rises glimmering downtown

Shanties with seven souls in one shack

The Taj Mahal.

Tie your marital cord around my neck

And push me up against the marble walls,

Life owed and debt repaid

Silver ring throttling my finger as it swells

In my dreams, we were in India.

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