Metal

Our lips pressed on the window bars smelled iron. We heard bells that rang and rang in the far temple in brass domes that had fevered tongues in them.

God’s tasty food went behind the red silk curtains as camphor flames illumined His black granite body. Many strung flowers went in a thread for His beauty.

A pig-tailed man sent words up and up to the sky in a canopy that had hideous demons on the side. God’s water smelled of shining copper and flowers. His food tasted delicious, of jaggery and cardamom.