The Juggernaut Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

We had stolen their God
From their jungle homes
We had needed Him more.
We then made Him lovingly
In soft river loam and in wood
From deep deciduous forests
In our own absurd likeness
A pathetic approximation
To our imagined perfect God.


The holes of our eyes
Brimmed with salty tears
We had made him so much
In our ludicrous likeness
Not knowing what he is like.
We cut off his hands and feet
And removed his eyelids
He was still not unlike us.

He entered our confused souls
And our cow-dung-smeared homes
His burning chariot now trundles
Relentlessly over our fragile bodies.