FALLEN IDOLS

Whooooosh and the Upsurge sweeps
mangled bodies namelessly hoisted
with heartrending howls and screams
and black depair
to light pyres
some are piled atop churches, others
on temple spires and many many others in the dreams of the disconsolate
the eye of the Mighty  sweeps the scene forlorn
Sages dole out spiritual conundrums
to eyes and bellies packed with filth and mud.

But then the Abode of the Gods
cracked and creviced the great
deluge tore upon the wombs
spilling dead corpses with unseeing eyes
temples hurtled in obeissance
O God where you rescued ? or as usual lay abandoned.