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Cripple<br />
<strong>By</strong> Mallika Iyer<br />
When<br />
he drags himself to us across petal-littered gravel,<br />
hardened yellow bits of milk crumbling in his mustache and<br />
ash-fl ecked, fl y-feasted skin tinged a watery saff ron<br />
from that morning’s prayer powders skimming down the gutters<br />
ee calls home;<br />
while he looks at me with eyes squinted over<br />
from the fl ailing dust of passing cars, I look, too<br />
at the city dirt collaged on his shirt,<br />
his withering fl esh cushioned by a puddle of sewage,<br />
before I lower my eyes to save him any<br />
dignity and the coin drops in his palm.<br />
as the auto horns bellow, wet laundry landing with<br />
a thud when it slaps the cement by the river,<br />
he crawls his way down the lane, a man<br />
on all soot-painted fours with<br />
a coin-clenching fi st and a pathway of<br />
stately banyans twisting to the sky,<br />
beckoning him forward.<br />
Th en I wonder:<br />
how many rupees, pennies<br />
in a collection box at the Y,<br />
can put the skip in your step, the jolt in your<br />
walk?<br />
magus ~ 8 ~ mabus