Let Them Be Coal

Let the dying be coal for fuel. Soil, be factory. Earthquake, when it yawns, is good burial master. Trees, animals, humans and insects- happily go. Time and again humans wear ugly faces Hired mourners dance funeral dirges for cash Ears and mouths suffer traffic- jams of rumors Mind no business; celebrate death of the dying Boast and sing Hosanna. Give morale to them. Evermore there shall be fuel for warmth, cooking Cholera, wars, floods when they come, be happy On earth we‘re too many alive; Mother earth’s crying Accept the yawning nature as sweet gift to the world Lots of population is lots of trouble. Let others go.