A volcano erupts from the Earth’s umbrella,
Droplets of fire glistening towards the ground
Hundreds of flaming altars springing from the river of tar
And the smoke arises to the echo of thundering mantras
Splashing a supernova offering
As their solar-eyed protector still wavers among the waves,
Selecting a form that would displease no one;
The sparks of her furnace ooze, poisoning villages
And the cries and moans cloud their burnt bruises
Fiery images of unhealed pain flash across my dampened mind
I float in a pot of boiling guilt-
“Why the inequalities? Why the evil?”
The thunder chants again
I only smile, silenced by my one-year-old’s “w-a-tuh!!”