On this day of folk visiting


To honour their loved ones

With prayers

Flowers or a stone

The artist has visited the

Mass-grave of his Muse

But he couldn’t find her

Bones to touch

Feel her skull

He once lovingly held

Between his hands

Listened to the sounds

Of her voice

The music of her

Emotional state

In anger and in love.

Only elephants have

Mastered the way of

Remembering their

Ancestors and beloved

Touching lovingly their

Bones and skulls

At special places of their

Burial grounds.





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