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The Mourner.

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English Poetry, Uncategorized

Amidst rituals as old as time,
As old…because of DNA,
The child cried.

“Why are you crying? You did not know her.”

Inside, the score of burning tracks.


©Copyright Fergus Carty 2012


  1. Vishvnand says:

    Seems occult
    To understand difficult

    • Gion Gion says:

      Definitely not occult let me assure you!

      • Vishvnand says:

        @Gion Gion
        By Occult I meant .
        1 beyond the range of ordinary knowledge or understanding; mysterious.
        2 secret; disclosed or communicated only to the initiated.

        Reading the poem I vividly remembered the very sad day in my life when as per our religious rites I had to, being her eldest son, personally lite my mothers pyre.; to feel firstly as a most cruel act to perform but to then realize that my mother was not that body any more neither are we our bodies.

  2. kusumgokarn says:

    @Gion Gion,
    I too feel it needs a bit more of expansion for better understanding.
    As an old saying goes –
    When a child is born, it cries while all adults around it rejoice.
    When a person dies he/she is silent while all others around him/her cry.

  3. Hi Gion Gion
    I see weeping for the lost childhood and silence overshadowing deep desires .This has been the ritual of life.The child’s compassion
    for the dying is met with silence from the burning logs … the riddle of the ancient ritual for the dead.

  4. medhini says:

    Couldn’t grasp much,Gion.
    Glad to see you here again.

  5. Krishna says:

    Inside ,the score of burning tracks

    Powerful and deep…so much said in so little!!!!

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