I want my body burned on pyre #poem #poetry

I want my body burned on pyre
a Viking boat will take me far on the cold sea
I want to leave my grave goods for the poor
take the pain which branded their souls
into a bursting aurora borealis fire
I want to feel the sobs of the North Pole

I want to burn inside the rhythms of the flamenco
drown in the dancers’ passion in the streets of old Córdoba
I want to entertain rich masters for a piece of bread
inside the silent cries of those who are misunderstood
I want the desperation of the dancers dressed in red

and you, the one who always claimed to know
what powers lie inside the jungle of my soul
……

fragment from the poem “I want my body burned on pyre”- draft
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M)

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