We place our hands on the blue box
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The Grotto, Echo Canyon, Chiricahua National Monument, AZ |
you chose yourself.
What made you do
it?
Did you feel
suddenly mortal?
The attendant
indicates the end
that holds your
head.
He steps softly
back into the shadows.
Om mani padme hum
the chant rises
from our viscera
as we urge our
voices
over the roar of
the furnace.
Twelve palms send
compassion
into your vacant
body.
Eight more hands
arrive
now twenty palms,
two hundred fingers
gather
to release the last
husk
of your life.
One lidded eye
opens
the blue box slides
in
the chamber ignites
we chant you into
ashes
with Great Words of
compassion
Never one to miss
an adventure,
you must linger
here.
Surely you waited
to witness
your own cremation.
Powerful, Jeny. Urging our voices over the roar,
ReplyDeletethe two hundred fingers,the lidded eye opening, chanting her into ashes. And your last two lines. Not a word wasted, nor any left unsaid. Stark imagery.