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.
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