Her tender skin sprouts
green shoots
a wreath,
at the foot of tree
she was buried.

On the trunk
her face appeared, a
morphed stump.

The bark, her coffin
split, where demons clawed.

A number, worms out
indelible scars, 452.

Frozen chambers of mortuary
await the next,
a child, a girl, a dalit, a musalman.
A cattle herder.
Or, the silent you, you and you.

Hollow echoes,
roaring silence.
Vacant faces
Empty spaces.
Drowning souls
Crying screaming,
Entering into death's dolls house.
Swamped inferno.
Endless noise.
Sweating,
Dropped suggestions
The living care.
They care not.
They never did
Ad, okay  

All immortal souls cry ,left alone.
Shadows trickle painfully into regrettable existence.
Lost between here and there and into the distance.
Distance never reached, as only demons screech.
Eternity wails as banshees play.
Wraiths warbling,  Playing as evil humming birds.
The undead walk.
They're dragging their chains.
Closely attached to their mortal remains.

Rattling and crying
The long dead are sighing.
Prepared or not for judgment day.
Purgatory
Not the place to be.
They calling out loudly
They want to be free.

A scream it seems they plead for sweet freedom.
Pleas for forgiveness.
Begging broken children
Crying and calling for mothers they left long ago.
Dripping blood of victims of ******.
She screamed for a life time.
Nobody heard her.
Victims of hanging their banging the walls.
Trying hard to reply as sweet angel calls.
Angels, archangels, none of them know.
They're calling for mercy.
Don't want to visit the fires in the pit.
Hell be spared.
Heaven be sent.
Noisy dead sinners give up.
Just repent.
While you had your chances necromancy black magic.
Romances. and chancers.
Your times be they hard,
You were always the chancer.
Wailing impaled on moments of madness.
The eagles are soaring.
The dead men are snoring.

To calls of the cats
And wolves that are baying at a cloudy blue moon.
Shouted out loudly they all died to soon.
Beep beep beep.
AF,
VF.
VT.
The rally to save those who misbehave.
CPR.
Asystole.
Diseased.
Deceased.
Cracks and chinks.
Missing links.
Hollow tomorrows.

Necropsy kiss.
Necrotic.
Breaking down.
Released to silence.
Forgiven.
Absolved of sin.
Giving in.
Released.
Displeased.
Relieved.
And so the next batch arrived.
The candles lit.
Which pathway will they take.
A guiding vulture waits to steal their souls away.
He's crowing and calling and scratching at dust.
(C) LIVVI MMCV

At this far the heavens meet the oceans
In their proximity, they are split screens
Like the black cat and the panther
They're family but not from same anther

You see only one green forest afar
Within it, separate trees as spar
As the lizard and the alligator
They seem kin, but opp gladiator

The river flows into the sea
But they have different scree
Like the albatross and the gull
Necropsy shows not same skull

Similar is different from same
Even when having ditto name
As twins share resemblance
They prove contrast semblance

One can be deceived by similitude
Especially, the one in beatitude
Delve profoundly to select rationally
to avoid submitting oneself to slavery