Stars never say, "Ashes to ashes, dust
to dust," as a priest before a coffin,
asking God to absolve the corpse of sin,
resolved to accept these words beyond trust,
damaged faith, like the wind, blows in a gust,
understanding the bones inside the tin
silver-plated box where ashes begin
to speak of a desire, a wanderlust...
Sutras sew a rule with needle and thread,
unlike the law, understanding this rule
takes a gift, a talent to interpret,
read the lines written by followers, dread
asinine additions within a school,
scholars impart these words without regret.
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