His wife wept
as she lay her head
on his body-
(dreadfully and permanently silent).

She sobbed
as the red and orange flames
licked up his remains
tongues determined to devour
every morsel-
their heat resonating with the priest's incantations.

His ash floats
in the Holy River
carried downstream-
particle by particle.

Somewhere,
his ashes will conjoin
till his spirit is formed
in the Great Ocean-
with time, luck,
and his wife's tears.

Finally,
her beloved's spirit
stops at the Gates of Heaven-
and looks upon his lamenting wife's
shawl covered head.

And now, he laments
the slow passage of time-
for his wife to join him,
so that, they may, together,
let immortality pass.