In Memory of “Amanat”

For this month, I am posting a poem in honor and in memory of the woman who was raped and tortured on a bus in New Delhi, India on the night of December 16th, 2012. She was a 23-year-old physiotherapy student who was returning home with a friend after seeing the film Life of Pi. She was referred to in the media as Amanat which is the Urdu word for treasure.




The hyena kills the zebra,

then the orangutan.


The tiger kills the hyena.

And the boy survives.


Pi is an irrational number.

And a woman boards a bus.


If horses could draw,

they would draw one god


in the shape of a horse.

Oxen would draw many,


each with a body like their own.

And the bus is not really a bus.


The relationship

between the width of a circle


and its circumference

continues infinitely without


repeating. And Pi is a boy

who just wants to love


God. If dark matter could draw,

it would not draw itself.


The human intestine

is approximately five feet long.


Only five percent of hers

would remain. They would be called


joyriders. The instrument used was

metal. The instrument used


was flesh. And the woman,

it was said, died peacefully.


First published in CALYX, Fall/Winter 2015