Lakshmi Made Mortal

Now is the time to rejoice!
say the medical workers.

(The twin corpse experiences
her only moment of individuality

as a slaughtered pig. No
brain - only limbs and muscles

fattening Indian doctor egos
erasing Euro medical school years

with swift agonising
scalpel sweeps.)

Rejoice! Divinity
unnecessary. Normalcy,

please! normalcy! Paparazzi
click, shrug, flex,

nostrils turn West already
another Goddess is readied.