The Funeral

Its time to gather the rose petals again ,

was yet another clean tragedy

its time to bathe someone in jasmine again

time to celebrate yet another funeral.

its time to submerge the cadaver

in the lake of the glittering stars

Its time to place the withered rose atop the coffin,

and dig the earth of its ageless severity.

Its time to harvest this season

the season of a clamorous solitude

Let this be a day of extravagant merry making

cause its the end of yet another recalcitrant life.

Razed by the ravenous mysteries of life

and satiated by the phantoms of death, its the end.

let the cadaver be lowered,

Scraped off its soul, it still hears the thud.

Collect all sots , lets drink tonight,

splutter the grief to the mirrors on the wall.

Mewed by the world, he is free today.

Today, is the funeral of the hermit.