Burnt Offerings
Kyle Tavares
The smoke rises from the funeral pyre
He watches as his remains contort at the will of the winds
Much as his body did in life
They pushed and pulled at his skin
The ancients called to deaf ears
A primordial instinct disowned
He walked among the ones who walk
And fell amongst those who die
He who built the shape
And denied his form be shaped by them
He who fought his ways
The smoke consumes him
Come, enter the salt circle
Discern this use for the dead
A shorter path is revealed
By he who eats his time
The symbol grants his passage
He is embraced within
Spirit coalesced
He, the great waste