Sacrilege

Posted on by Reena Saxena

When someone is hostile
I often think
what did I do
in a previous lifetime
to leave this wound
that makes them rile?

The ground beneath my feet
moves to lay bare
a throbbing secret
-it can become a quake
-the marks humans leave
are most often scars

I pray to the ocean
forgive our sins
buried in your depths
leash the tsunamis
you nurse underneath

the sky sheds a tear.
something rips it apart
lashing rain
wets my thick skin
makes an attempt
to melt my dead heart
it beats on pacemakers
they cost a fortune

a forest burns
in another continent
-it could not hold its rage
-your acts are sacrilege
In the name of development
labelled sacrament

W3 Prompt #148

49 thoughts on “Sacrilege”

      2. I see now that you weren’t just taking inspiration from the essence of the prompt but using it in the piece. Wonderful. That was what I had in mind, but I do want you to know I knew which literary quote you were sharing the essence of even in its original form.

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  19. I like the combination of elements in your poem, Reena, and that you started it with tsunamis nursed underneath the sea. I also love the image of the sky shedding a tear.

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