Viśvakarmān Who was there when Viśvakarmān whittled out the landscape, laid out the earth and took the one tree and carved the rounded sky from it? Who watched him sweating and sawing as he hewed words and rituals and molded time, thought, sacrifice? Covered in mouths, eyes, feet and arms, father to the sun, that great eye, who saw him separate the sky and the earth, churning names and shapes? What piety or pretension can reach back to that pristine forge, to that bench and smoky bellows where questions, syllables and flesh, where elements, worlds and wet soil were not separate accomplishments but one god, one affinity?
Tim Miller‘s books include the poetry collection Bone Antler Stone (High Window Press), and the long narrative poem, To the House of the Sun (S4N Books). He is online at wordandsilence.com, and can be heard on the poetry and mythology podcast Human Voices Wake Us.
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