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

Monks chanting

Your dead carried on our shoulders

With your corpse undressed
And your brand new shirt returned

January –
You are my orphaned brother
Sister and katong

‘You remind me of my parents’