Raga for the Dagar Brothers
The Dagar Brothers
bore forward
through the afternoon
through mountain stone
through Raga Miyan ki Todi
The Brothers howl
in the ancient Eastern traditions
sick wolves
wild boars
motorcycles in rain
The Brothers root downward
through the throat
through the earth
through the breathing body
Presence leans
The age delivers repetition
Again the Brothers
Again the scraping ice-voices
Again the horsepower
tearing its chains
Again the naked dogs
of longing
I lie myself into being
beneath the Indian blanket
while the Brothers spiral upward
through bruised skies
until the present moment
boils over
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-05-13 at 17:35
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