The Tomb

Though building his own tomb, he’s not insane. His violinist friend’s body lies within a glass box. Violin tunes drizzle over memory. This musical funeral, he finds charming. A corpse and a carcass are alike in the sand. He wonders how long the world has to wait before a soul emerges out of mystery. Life is like a light spreading between the two misty ends. A lion-tailed macaque, a Malabar pit viper, a Carpenter ant, a golden rain tree… all die serenely. But blood and brain turn a man’s death doleful and dreadful. Today he renovates his tomb that stands as the sole certainty among several uncertainties. Poetry Nook nominated this poem for the 2019 Pushcart Prize