The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Behold, Alas

Shiva comes to mind,
protective of companions
who, through curiosity,
addled by ignorance
prickled with grandiosity
suspecting his divinity
courted their cremation,
and when he acceded
found it in their ashes.

 

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