Consecrated Cemetery

Your holy temple you loaned me to carry
I have transformed into a cemetery to bury
turkey, chicken, cow, pig, lamb and many
bird and animal carcass

Your sacred space you cherished
is, now, stinking with many stench
while flies of many kinds hover and buzz

polluting the fragrant air disturbing

your rhythmic music that heals

my hurt heart and the swollen silly soul

Henry Victor 10.11.2003