Poetry
Yama
He comes with bell
and drum and trumpet
Blaring loudly, rattling skull and bone -
You're sure to hear the sound of Yama
Lord of Death when he calls you to
His banquet and his home.
He'll spare no flesh, no sentiment
He'll bare his sharpened teeth
Rip flesh from bone in search of truth
Illusions cast aside, until he finds
That diamond truth, the life from which
we cannot hide.
He'll show you in his looking glass
Clear and round how all has come to pass
How actions sown in previous times must mean
That actions reaped are as we should have seen.
No gap, no place, no iota of matter in between
The cause and the effect.
Think not that when he pins you down
Loud thundering roar the only sound
That escape is an option here.
Welcome Yama, the Lord of death
The lord of life, of all becoming
And hail his beauteous form ever-changing -
He casts anew, in moulds of authenticity
New beings shorn of destiny.
© Sophie Brown February 2005