No Way To Die

 

Written By

Poet and Photographer J H Martin @ A Coat for a Monkey

 

တန်ခူး

 

January –

Your public ward
Your gone
But not forgotten figure

 

Lying amongst
The bodies sitting
The bodies standing
The bodies everywhere

 

No way to live
No way to die

 

Not slowly
And with assistance
But with violence and alone

 

Eyes rolling
Torso convulsing
With only a filthy mask
And tank beside you

 

Gadaw ga

 

Like the stain covered walls
Like the bedpan littered floor
Like your crowded
Public crematorium

 

Buses
Mourners
Monks chanting

 

Your dead carried on our shoulders

 

Yes
With your corpse undressed
And your brand new shirt returned

 

January –
You are my orphaned brother
Sister and katong

 

January –

“You remind me of my parents”

 

Image and text © J H Martin

 

 

J H’s Previous Contributions To Edge Of Humanity Magazine

Artist Exposé | Urban

Taking Different Paths

Reddish Days In Asia

A Quiet Exit

 

 

 

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