The last burial

Tomorrow came as a thief
Without conscience, lashed on temple sacrifice
Leaving it naked and transparent
Like a glass mirror in the market square
Both young and tired could see
Through cuts, split desires awashed
With the blood of the innocents

They all search again and again
No tombstone bearing their future
Even the very old hardly tell a thing
The death they lived, the life they buried
Eyes bulging from its sockets
And an image fading with every clock tick
Like rain falling into Nile
Couldn’t measure the volume of fallen souls
Souls now lost, no coffin no grave


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