The sweeper came to clean the road
In the sweepings among other things
was the pony tail of a young child
who was last playing in her mother's lap
The boatman was happy
he netted a big fish
a fish with human shape
with a sacred thread around it
The lonely priest walked into the temple
with a tumbler full of pious water and flowers
to wash Shiva...
all he had to wash was human excreta.
the twice born was dead
and pasted on the books of history
and the world remained silent
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