Ashes

Then the drama went on
And words were spoken
From the guttural depth

Of a middleman’s throat
And washed by drops of
Priest’s sanctified water.

This pursuit of the spirit
Went on into the waters
On his sonorous words.

The waters flowed silently
Over rocks nurturing life,
Its golden-brown ashes.

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