Tower of Silence

Tower of Silence

It takes two hands to fashion a vase

Two to paint and glaze

Two to lower it into life’s kiln

And lovingly caress and embrace

It takes one to shatter it on the floor

Smash it to smithereens

To stamp on the pieces and walk out of the door

Out of a house

Love don’t live here anymore

Can the remaining hand pick up the pieces?

And try a counsellor’s glue

Or sigh and sweep the shards

Walk past the shattered body for sezdo

Place loban and sandalwood on fire

While Nassaslers strip using hooks that are neat

Your vultures are a better hire

They know I do not have the meat

And when they are done stripping the flesh

Bellies full, eyes replete

I shall stand near the tower of silence

And mourn till the breath doth cease

For the death of a marriage cannot be cremated

Nor buried not entombed

It’s resigned to the Tower of Silence

Wrapped eternally in misery and gloom