Distant Shores
Come feel the pulsing, exotic
sounds, reverberating upon
those distant shores
where loud voices wail
without restraint
shouting staccato cries
with utter abandonment.
How solemn are the pounding
drums, with heavy hands beating
haunting, hypnotic rhythms.
A ceremonial crowd of mourners
follow the well trodden pathway
leading to makeshift sailboats
made with sails of flour sacks
sewn together, then tied
to wooden tree masts.
A dirge of death passes by
weighed down in its weary task
while a swath of fiery clouds
splash boldly across
a golden sunset, hovering
over the Indian Ocean.
See the light, cotton robes
wrapped loosely around the
darkly tanned, young men
rippling gently in the breeze
as they carry the deceased
above and away, into the sea.
A solemn ritual, a cultural divide
separated by a hemisphere
of oceans and sky.
Written on 6/19/2018
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