Dragon Flies & The Funeral

Dragon flies

On the 13th day we said our prayers. clapped our hands vigorously for the crows fed the poor and prayed. Prayed for your moksha. It was an autumn noon a thousand dragon flies covered the temple pond their big dead eyes peering through the surface searching. Searching for your eyes to stare back at them  through the murky water. Their buzz a mournful drone. When we fished you out a dragonfly’s tattered wings covered your bruised breasts.

The Funeral

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