Kanjika: Some Lamentations 2
In this place
her last sigh is thirsty
This is not her
In this place
her foot has grown numb
This is not her
In this place
poison has torn open
her back
This is not her
Her hair is in tangles
after her last bath
This is not her
Wearing her new clothes
she has looked at us for the last time
This is not her
Her ashes fly, scattered
in her joyful shrieks
This is not her