Worship the sun’s holy rays.
Cleanse yourself in poisoned waters.
Foaming bubbles like a bath
must bleach away your sin,
tickle your chin, bathe your chest.
Boat through foaming blights.
Laugh as they burst against you,
your face, your lips, your tongue,
your lungs inhale the corruption.
A transformation not to be wished,
this striking contrast, this union of opposites,
as your blood red robes trail behind
in the sparkling snow white ooze.
Put your life on the line for a beautiful moment
a breathtaking snapshot of devotion
hastening your own decay
We shake our heads at your tragic folly
tucked snugly into our own burning beds.
*inspired by news of Indian worshipers ritually bathing in the Yamuna river, a river covered with toxic foam from industrial waste.