The Mingling

A shy old man
lived under a dense forest
in his old hut
hundred yards from the sea
fearful of water

He clung to his fear and bones
Stone deaf, silent, he rarely left his house
laid out his memory
on the sight of a funeral urn kept on the mantlepiece –
his daughter died of malnutrition many years ago

He could not transport his body
Nor was he tormented by imagination –
He died.

They put in his coffin the urn of his daughter’s ashes
Next year –
The mingling

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