From my mother’s sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.

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In the preface to her second book of poems, Signing in the Air, Malashri Lal explains her choice of the title for her book by ...