What are doing on the podium?
Why are you standing on the stage
looking so glorious and graceful?
The demons are outside dancing
Why don’t you ride out in power
on your lion vehicle ferocious
and wipe the scum out of the earth?
Don’t you see that a Mahisasura has
robbed a widow of her meager land?
How can you overlook the depressed girl
robbed of her innocence by another Asura
before her childhood days were over?
Don’t you see how many of your kind
have been brutalized day after day?
You’re mere clay and straw, they know
You have a dazzling and daring front
but a bamboo stick supports your back
The weapons on your ten- hands are
thermo pieces with silver colored cover
Your form is shaped by human hands
with clay trampled by feet of flesh and bone
Forgive me, I don’t mean irreverence
You can’t be mightier than your creator
You are placed in temporary temples so grand
So precious and worthy as heritage
photographed and videoed by gaping devotees
with thousand cameras as crowds crawl
feasting fast on the astounding spectacle
But a skeleton will stand in the holy place
after three noisy days of lavish abandonment
And your helpless godly form will
be worn to bones in a watery grave
The demons will keep dancing gleefully
as you return to snowy mountain abode
leaving the Asuras to resume
their orgy
by Xavier Bage
Thursday, October 22, 2015,
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