From “The Voice of Sheila Chandra”

Long before she lost it drift-

S unanchored wanted to merge

And the body of the singer become

The body of the instrument

Talk to the drum find it hum 

Study its vowels she made her vow

To sound slowly syllable by

Syllable she pronounced words

In Uzbek word unmoored word 

Pure sound oh river long had I 

Been long seasons invaded 

By your current devoured your tongue 

Of water those years time bent 

My one voice spoke