My dead body encompassed
in white glossy silk
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.