Pond Pollution

The Law erased the casteist lines
Dividing access to the pond.

The Brahmins get to do their rites,
Polluting water callously
By dumping food and wood and cloth,
And ash and seed and holy reed,
So long as they erect a net,
Diametrically engaged,
And drive it with an oxen pair
To gather all the dumped in things
To one malodorous extreme.

The Harijans get to swim and bathe,
Polluting water callously
By dumping impure sweat and spit,
And god-untouchable menses,
So long as they erect a net,
Diametrically engaged,
With bottles tied along the length
That slowly purify the pond
With fresh, collected oxen pee.

Elected instruments of Law
Applaud this well-knit harmony.

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