Best Crematorium Poems

dead
bones rise
in ashes,
furnace spews clouds
smelling putrid smoke,
tongues consume bodies all,
aeolian whispers fan
Varanasi’s fierce appetite,
prayer flags wave like a wick of hope
while the ruddy Ganges silently flows...

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My friend once got into a crematorium.
As I promised him, on a certain gloomy date,
I brought him to the sea, with grief and sorry.
What for? Of course, on the sea to dissipate!...

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Let me tell you a story on a midnight journey,
To a crematorium, through an undergrowth ferny; 
At my age between sixteen to seventeen,
In nineteen seventy eight; with a dusky scene; 
A time, when, young and old of our villages did boast,
Telling prevalent stories on terrifying...

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Before the dawn 
Listening unfamiliar talk 
Through the buildings opposite 
Following the cluster of temples,
Feelings on my thought mixing-
Morning Prayer gong in peace: the bell.
Living wood on a dying fire ask 
Did we know the truth of us? 
Emitting rays of east,
Radiance on a river...

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The car that brings that box
with requisite solemnity
purrs reverently to its gentle halt.

The engine is well mannered,
so quiet I hardly know it’s died,
yet the silence now is solid,

till men in black, with practised gravity,
pass to the rear to slide out that box
from its car-borne bier,

where...

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I spied a valley low
Across the road from the cemetery
A Columbus monkey swinging by

The trees of the vale
Stood tall and forlorn
Observing the crematorium
Covered in light gray smoke
As morning traffic streamed on by

Giraffe reached for the tallest bough
And I thought I heard the leopards growl
And by...

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