Obelisks and monuments
stand on this black altar of ashes
with plagues of scorn
deriding death...
Ashes are the aftermath of cremation.
Ashes of phoenix,
reactivating this weary soil for
monuments and standpoint of the Masters
Ashes consolidate with blood and truth.
The truth of one voice,
the voice of oracles
whom we have asked what
stands between cremation of souls
and consolidation of ashes.
We are told the truth:
The flame which remoulds
the stem in man,
cremating his soul and consolidating
its ashes,
for building on this black altar, a
monument of life and death,
recalling the events of the past
cremation.
A sodden truth.
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