Saturday, March 17, 2018

MEA CULPA

MEA CULPA

Burn, Burn
Burn me slowly from my feet up.
Chuck my ashes to that chuckling wind
So that I may not rerise
Like some malefic phoenix
To insult the innocent.

I seek no pardon
As there is no redemption even in pardon
Or prayer.

All the waters of the Ganges won't suffice to cleanse my stains.
I may drink that holy river dry
And still will stay stained
And damned.   
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