Contorted body beautiful begs with open palm my eyes stare in terror
I flee from my own darkness a Charlie Chaplin hopping away from pain
I’ve got Dylan in my backpack my constant companion
Through the hells of Kolkata streets I fumble with love minus zero
Chanting it like a Brahmin priest
While I ripped the plaster from my shattered leg
I sat and cried in unison with the beggar
A face I could not see.