Odour. Fragrance. Soil.

The dandelions beside your house
are all witnesses to the stench heaven sent.
for when time was mentioned
did we know how to spell our names,
our becoming until we all became death.

so we washed our minds
in the rivers of meditation,
so as to wear a clean conscience with stained hearts
so we sit at the table of the gifted
to know a bad heart is a cologne itself.

so here is what you must bring for cleansing
A bottle of rust tear to sore the eyes,
a taste of cremated tongue
a bandage from your broken heart
so we can unearth the last son of your soul.

Ruddapoet