Vestigial Bones
jaunse tu bhagela ii toke nighalayihe
je andar rahe tohar jahaaj ke nast karihe
The remnant of hind limbs puppets an origin
play that strings baleen to terrestrial
ancestors. Occasionally whales sport hind legs —
as in Vancouver in 1949,
a harpooned humpback bore eighteen inches
of femur breaching its body wall. Disconnected
from the spine, what is their function but to rend
the book of Genesis into two? Why regard
scripture and exegesis as legs and fluke,
sure to fall away, and not eat beef or pork? Why
do I need Hindi in Hawaii as a skeletal
structure, a myth to hook my leviathan jaw?
What you run from will swallow you,
what’s inside will splinter your boat
Copyright © 2019 Rajiv Mohabir. This poem originally appeared in Kenyon Review, January/February 2019. Used with permission of the author.