The corpses of those
Who die from drowning
Stink like hell.
The corpses
Of cancer-patients
Ooze hazardous wastes.
Burning dead bodies
Comes easily enough
To the professional cremator
For whom sorting out
Fragments of bones from ashes
Is easier than feeding pigeons
As a bonus
He conquers the fear
Of Corpses
Of Ghosts
Of Vengeful Spirits
The fear of Humans though
Remains.
POET’s BIO
SATISH PENDHARKAR is 48 years old and lives in Mumbai, India. His poems have appeared in magazines like Scarlet Literary Magazine, Amaranthine Muses and Maverick. His short Stories have been published by Savvy and Alive.