A Boy Who Drowned Poem by FABIYAS M V
A Boy Who Drowned
Swimming joys
drown
in the pond.
Flames chew
his flesh
along with the pyre logs.
A tear is
the liquid state
of pain.
She doesn't believe
in the ritual
of collecting ashes
and bones,
both belong to the earth.
Memory
will fill the urn.
She hears his voice
in the utmost silence.
Her son grows
in the emptiness.
First published in The Literary Hatchet
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All earth, all belong to earth