When the Wor(l)ds Return
I once lost my name in a pyre
Poetry | Poetry Tuesday, poetry
September 10, 2024
September 10, 2024
I once lost my name
in a pyre, in a flame
meant to burn a body.
Set on fire, before me,
alive and breathing,
I could hear it wailing.
In the aftermath,
I listened to the echoes
of its ashes in mourning.
After thirteen days,
I adorned it with a garland
of flowers, and watched it blossom.