Last Rites

Pale body, slowly grounded
A lump of innocence before me
For the girl,the last rites performed
The mother retreats, she cant see

The corpse put on a rail,
The last cries deafen me
Uplifted,The clank of the metal grill
The howl of fire, a caller of death, rising

Slowly, her body lowered
A white dress changes colors
From white to red, then blinding gold

Groaning cries, a feel of nausea
Ashes cooled holy