Art: Ritusri Halambi
Daisies tapped the coffin
Inside which lay the body,
Red and blue and black
With letters and polaroids
While breath soaked in the wood
What if she rose up again?
She would; just if she could.
Her hands were numb,
Her feet all distortedly placed,
Her body well cased
While the leaves embraced,
Bringing her back to the soil which nourished her
Bringing her back to the roots which sprang her
Bringing her back to the fruits which she plucked
Bringing her back to homely hugs
But she sat there, lackadaisical
Pondering and thundering and wondering upon
That big trousseau ripped wedding so fat.
Her heart was torn in two
One that would further live on earth
And the other taking her back to soul nourished hue
She had left indeed leaving her wishes,
Her emerald studded beliefs,
Back on the bridge so broken.
Taking along with her another life's token
To the Greek Pluto who would welcome her
With open hands and hugs,
Providing another soul with the last materialistic rugs.