POEM: “Fatal Foam”
“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.
