Funeral Rites

FUNERAL RITES Hunter and the hunted- Itís a breach of contract Finger, pointed at me, accusing, my dad. Muse forefather, ancestors of Time Sandal, flowers, consecrated water, An agreement on half burnt chest, Primitive scribes chiselled- Dad, you shake me in sleep Lifeless curses on me Zenith of fear, I agonists Tend a bye-pass My love offerings to you dad. My son breaks glass Leap beyond circles I weep in remorse How I imposed solitude on you ! Burnt out ashes Broken words- Dad...........my Dad.