POEM: “Fatal Foam”

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Fatal Foam

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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.

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Boat through foaming blights.

Laugh as they burst against you,

your face, your lips, your tongue,

your lungs inhale the corruption.

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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.

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Put your life on the line for a beautiful moment

a breathtaking snapshot of devotion

hastening your own decay

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We shake our heads at your tragic folly

tucked snugly into our own burning beds.

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*inspired by news of Indian worshipers ritually bathing in the Yamuna river, a river covered with toxic foam from industrial waste.

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