My burial was to be denied
Either in soil or sea.
Neither could there be paradise
Nor any hell for me.
I waited for the end I knew
But then at dead of night
My friends came secretly
and slew
My soul with ancient rite.
They took me down a stairway,
Thick red with slimy blood.
And I was buried in a grave
Amidst the river mud.
EBB and FLOW
© Copyright: Владимир Кутузов-Урганчи, 2015
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