Ma: Departure!

…
Death…
Is cold!

I touched her
For one last time
As
Memories
Flesh
And
Blood
Lay prostrate
Before the sliding
Iron gates…
As
Warm as fresh tears!

The gate slid
Open.
She rolled into the
Crimson red dream!
…
I consigned the
Ashes to
The Ganges…



Some hours later!