Somoshree Palit
I am an offering. A bowl of blasphemy.
The gods had joined the human race –
O to plant a kiss on each trembling cheek!
I have utter disgust for each face.
O the food’s a mess – how will they eat?
I wish their idols snapped in two.
In sacred chants their gazes I meet,
O to choke their throats till they turn blue –
O to taste those eyes, soft lips with mine!
To gouge them out with my nails and claws –
My fingers claw at their intestines :
For you my chosen slavery. For you my jaws.
Devotion. Libation. Ash in the air.
They say there’s blood on my hands. As if it stops right there.