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Sep 2017
Fire consumes their flesh and cleans their bones
Laying substantially in ashes, gone up in smokes
Fractured skulls, dislocated jaws from many homes
The air is so odoress dense, it makes me choke

Filled in silence, an old crematorium ground
Just burning smell of carcass, melting meat down
Only the caretakers live about and around
Strangely no night birds nor creatures roam to sound

What am I doing here, all by myself this night?
Where is my home, my own who left me offsight?
Why I cannot feel my body? Why am I afraid of light?
Why this mist surrounds me? Why it doesn't feel alright?

I am guessing, I'm dead and being burnt down
What was that, I died off?, that I can not remember now
So what do I do to manifest my leagues around
Laying under ashes, I know, that's my skeletal on the ground.*

An experience on my first visit to an active cremation ground.
Written by
Seema  38/F/Fiji Islands
(38/F/Fiji Islands)   
       Shanath, Jobira, ---, ryn, Grace and 4 others
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