The Lost Soul in the Hereafter

My dead body encompassed
in white glossy silk
was scorched
in the memorial service fire.
My spirit went to the bank
of miserable stream.
Presently I stand
in the horde of souls
sitting tight for the appearance
of morbid pontoon.
that should transport me
to place that is known for the dead.
There I spent the Hereafter
in climbing among fiery remains.

Poetry and Photography by Igor Marinovsky from family Sufyan

This river is near village Petriki in Ukraine.


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