Ashawo...the poem

Your candle burning with a flame of vanity
You my sister, of naked purity
And shrinking heart,
Hoching your wet bosomunder,
The cover of spurious circumstance.
Sprawling your beautiful skeleton
Under the menaced shadow of
invisible death.

Your candle shining now
and you are delighted.
Rustling and shrinking by the cold
Fire of love.
Digging and emptying the fruitful
Basket of your withered womb.
As your candle graders the last breathe
Of its blinking strength,
As your trembling future lie
In your trembling palm.
And when finally it's out,
The light of your life dims off, and
May never shine again.

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