I am a sun worshipper
You are a sun worshipper.
I believe, you believe
The sun is the source of all life
The green of a leaf
The white of a cloud
The song of the bird on the wing.
You believe, I believe
That the mashing of atoms in the sun’s fiery heart
Is the only Godhead worth the anointing
The only reason I am, you are, we are
That the sun will one day consume his children
And then die in the only death that matters
The one that brings forth no life again.
That sunspots are holy,
The face of the Divine.
But you believe
That the flares of the Corona
Are the only true expression
Of the sun’s incandescent grace.
So I will burn you at the stake, heretic
Before you can cut my head off.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2017