Death

DEATH The inevitable death As the people gather To bathe the body No sign, nor stir An apparent void Life functions terminated And the soul Seeks shades and streams As they carry The kafan Shoulder high uttering holy praises And testimony of the only truth, Graveside Beautiful smell of earth Freshly dug And the creations Of flight Celebrate sweet praises Of purity and happiness As the further crowd Look around, to be seen Too loud, wrong place As a clear indictment, Of their frailty To comprehend Their ultimate design Deaf, dumb and blind, The pious vanguard Holy and pure Shower earth and water And prayer mixed To cover the soil A protection and a comfort For the long trial ahead.