Sport 25: Spring 2000
Late Mughal tomb
The tomb turns a shoulder to its mosque
and positions its terracotta-smocked,
unwaisted lines onto scaffolding.
It settles into landscape: light-limped,
empathetic, congruent with its air—
a Mrs Ramsay among tombs.
Green parrots stamp the flecked stone
in pairs. The two of us watch,
your hip compatible as the mosque
alongside, nor quite a prop to my back.
In the stone arch above our heads,
a fan of courtly parabolas.
Glass-cracks skew the symmetry
of empire. Splinters wild
they could land anywhere.