An island where the death are laid
\nEphemerality
\nAlone perhaps the eternal rest
\nAn open cemetery
\nNot buried
\nLeft to lie at rest
\nWith eyes no longer seeing
\nThe sky above
\nA phantom state
\nAn epitaphic being<\/p>\n
Relics of those
\nWho came before
\nScattered in the sun
\nDined upon by beetles
\nAnd ants and overun
\nWith age a shrine of soulfulness
\nA scattering perhaps
\nA picture of mortality
\nFinally underwraps<\/p>\n
An island now in Bali
\nAn island of the dead
\nA Sweet smelling tree
\nThe story goes
\nPerhaps the air is fed
\nBy lifelessness and peacefulness
\nBehold the scampering hordes
\nThe reapers and the levellers
\nWith their tiny swords.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
An island where the death are laid Ephemerality Alone perhaps the eternal rest An open cemetery Not buried Left to lie at rest With eyes no longer seeing The sky above A phantom state An epitaphic being Relics of those … Continue reading