TO THE HYPHENATED POETS
Richer than mother’s milk
is half-and-half
Friends of two minds,
redouble your craft.Our shelves our hives, our selves
a royal jelly,
may we at Benares and Boston,
Philly and Delhicollect our birthright nectar.
No swarm our own,
we must be industrious, both
queen and drone.Being two beings requires
a rage for rigor
rewritable memory,
hybrid vigor.English herself is a crossbreed
mother mutt,
primly promiscuous
and hot to rut.Oneness? Pure chimera.
Splendor is spliced.
Make your halves into something
twice your size,your tongue a hyphen joining
nation to nation.
Recombine, become a thing
of your own creation,a many-minded mongrel,
the line’s renewal,
self-made and twofold,
soul and dual.–Amit Majmudar