Funeral Rites

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