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This poem is taken from PN Review 146, Volume 28 Number 6, July - August 2002.

Planet Wave Part 2 Edwin Morgan

Juggernaut (AD 1600)

I had had enough of stars and silence.
It was midsummer, and I made for India.
Where would I get some life but India?
I joined a boat, and was soon blistering
across the Bay of Bengal to a seaside town
of some fame, what was it called, Puri,
yes, Puri of the festivals. A test case
I was told. Test of what? Oh you'll find out.

If I wanted people, there were plenty of them,
tens, hundreds of thousands, filling the street
with chatter and movement and colour and slowly
making a magnet of the courtyard of a temple
where they clustered jostling in ancient expectation.
With a rumble, with shouts, with drums, with blowing of shells
an enormous cart rolled out, what, sixteen wheels,
a car for a god, a car for the people to draw,
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