Odour of Death
the odour of death
breaking bones skeleton
burning skin roasted flesh
in the sandalwood fire unseen
in the damp air of sorrow they sob
cry some socialise discussing markets
rain through the sun drizzle my tears
dressing in white to join they prepare me
cleaning up the edges of sins to jump in the pyre
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015
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