Odour. Fragrance. Soil.

when we die
we become seeds
some befriend the soil
taste the scent of sunlight
they bloom to an afterlife
others die again
decompose afresh
and become spoilt food
nothing happens to some others
their seeds are too bitter to die
or blossom
their fetid smell
festers to suffer silt
they roam as spirits
with no body

leonell echa