by Krunal Palande
I can see now, with my eyes shut, the silhouette. That bird circling, getting ready. My view isn’t clear enough but I could still see its contours, I could still see inside that dark silhouette, the pounding heart, afraid of me. But there’s nothing to be afraid of, I won’t harm you, I can’t. I am just lying here waiting on this tower of silence, waiting to be set free.
They could’ve cremated or buried me somewhere but they consider the fire and earth too sacred to be contaminated by me, defiled by me. So rather than being disposed I lie here, exposed to the birds of prey.
The sun is getting hotter but it scorches me no more. The wind blows harder yet the circling flight persists. ‘Come and set me free’ I holler but it doesn’t listen, it just keeps circling.
I can see you oh! Zoroastrian lying there lifeless, waiting to be set free. But you’ll have to wait, for I am gathering strength. Yes my heart is pounding and I am afraid but only because I fear I might harm you. Just let me assure myself that you are alright, just a little while my friend and I’ll be there to pick your flesh, to set you free.