when god dies

it is usually the 4th of July,

the first days pass in mourning,

the colours break in mornings,

and everything is a falling-

emptiness is falling,

in her gravity theme park.

when god dies,

he becomes a swamy,

and a rock is bathed

in water, bhasmam, and coconut milk,

and dressed in god’s old favourite clothes,

and there's music and tears,

performance and fears,

and every word is dead too-

when god dies,

we all go to hell,

and of the alls that end well,

we only take our simplest tells.