Every night
The aarti fire
Five priests
Pay homage
To Shiva’s gifts
While one boy
In their shadow
Shines bright
The aarti fire
Five priests
Pay homage
To Shiva’s gifts
While one boy
In their shadow
Shines bright
Could I have been better
At this or at that
Had I offered more devotion
But of all the this
And all the that
Just two devotions have mattered
For pilgrims and believers
A gift to Ganga, river goddess
Holy of holies
Source and purifier
Saffron
Colour of purity
Symbol of abstinence
Purge the tainted
Cleansing ritual
To build the pyres
For funeral blaze
Lit from embers
Of Shiva’s fire
Burns every hour
Of every day
Four thousand years
And still today
And then it does
But only for a moment
Until something else
Pulls it away
In this visual cacophony
Of a culture traveler’s feast
Playful ritual
Paddling on styrofoam
While mother washes