a porpoise long-harboured,
his babble sought for stock-picks.
draw him in the sadhana of Shastric Fundamentals;
cast him in A HOMELESS MAN seated unto death or white senescence.
demarcate his Isle in the dark arcs of bank towers;
pole it with a simple tree, a comic panel’s axis:
receiver of his pencilled-in lean.
he’s Nanak in a happy nap at Mecca!
indifferent to the Monolith,
whichever way we aim his feet.