Short Crematorium Poems

a summer morning

at the crematorium-

tears dry on the breeze...

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a summer morning-

at the crematorium

tears dry on the breeze


repost from 2010...

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In her longing, in her selfishness
She doesn’t remember that
The one she desires 
Is just one fistful of bones.
Bones that come out of the crematorium
In just five minutes...

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May there be a moratorium
  on every kind of crematorium
May all flesh be returned to Mother Earth
  and our spirit speed its way to Heaven

      ~ with dignity, in memoriam...

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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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Moratorium On Auditorium

There must be a well-made moratorium
On Trump when he was in an auditorium
Pain in you know where,
And also here and there;
Can burn body to ashes in a crematorium. 

Jim Horn...

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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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last journey---
                                              dead bodies draped in white 
                                                     waiting in a queue












 *Scene from a burning ghat (crematorium)...

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Where are we to scatter the ashes when our flesh meets fire in the crematorium
For my ode forgery is the forbidden romance of the sky and the sea
Today I've decided to run the marathon of my past lovers
Ply my sinful body against thee
And when day draws the curtains and decides to love in the dark
I find myself writing about lust...

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I write 

Hard to believe that 
I start feeling love 
Hard to find what 
Why whom you 
Share a mayor of your 
Our life hard to go temple 
And wish for my painful 
But emotionally and physically 
Aaperance of touch like the 
Ego to write on my death 
Before the last bed of my body 
In crematorium I write my love to you 



With love all 
Jagdish bajantri...

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We sit silently in the crematorium

You are in a box, a large spray of white lilies placed on top

I hold my breath for to say goodbye is too much

How will I cope with such a loss?

I reason with my self, you lived to a ripe old age

Inside I cannot control the sadness tears roll out of my eyes

I watch as the box begins to slide

Getting up placing my hand on the box I say goodbye...

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