ECLIPSE

Between the sun and me stood the moon, as it does every so often. But I, who am named after the  Midday sun, had my loyalties chosen for me of course. Nonetheless, what was eclipsed was neither day, nor night: on this day we debated Food. Not recipes, nor keto diets. But whether

to starve, to feast, on fruits or on meat, what is permissible, what could be policed. That old Sanskrit word Dharma- both duty and divinity, that river of blood ironically named Daya…lo ‘tis the gods at our door at last, and nothing more shall remain 

blissfully Godforsaken.