Abandoned Temple to Shiva

 Your voice has never been clearer

The ring of your bell carries over

The river and sustains each microbe and molecule

each atom in the plants and brick.

Like your lingam, I stand erect

Still… Your earth, Your heaven, Your body, Your service

In some distant cosmos the collapse has begun

We, in our vanity, said Your temple is abandoned.

I am now Your temple, Shiva, ring me.