desolate pyre

the desolate pyre waits
to consume the departed
smoke and soul
mingle and evaporate
what was once flesh, bones
now memories
even the pyre
sacrifices its own self
feeding the earth
recycling the spirit
till we meet again


As an afterthought, I realised what a contrast this and my previous post are.
But then that is what life is. Full of contrasts.

8 thoughts on “desolate pyre

  1. Dear Sonya,

    Thank you for this poem. It brings alive death in this person’s mind, and that is a good thing.

    All good wishes,



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