MARCH MELODIES: DAY 30 WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, DEATH BECOMES A MOUNTAIN UNABLE FOR BURIAL

At the wall,  
an alarm clock hangs;
silently in between
Birth and death;

The death ward is  now dirty;
Stink of chemical medicines;

At the wall,  
an alarm clock hangs;
silently in between
Birth and death

The delivery ward is clean;
Stitches and scissors
Embrace together.

At the wall,  
an alarm clock hangs;
silently in between
Birth and death

It's second's leg twisted;
still running fast between
minutes and hours
of the dry day;
the patient stops
breath; eyes are frozen;
nose closed; head wrapped;
toes tightened.

The minute needle
  moves like rabbits;
hours like the tortoise;
days turn to black elephants;
death becomes a
mountain;
unable for burial,
the dead body
is the coffin;
the black chariot

At the wall,  
an alarm clock hangs;
silently in between
Birth and death

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI