In the morning there is little trace
Of the night that put you to sleep
And lulled the mind with dreams
The slant shadows the sun causes
Trail you till they subside in darkness
Fear of transience darkens pleasure
Every morsel has the shadow of the past
When hunger was a feared beast
The flames of the sacrificial fire
Cry for more than ghee and grain
They have tasted sacred flesh before
To the invocations of the war god
The ones who wanted to enter portals
Not meant for everyone have perished
In fiery ways celebrated as divine union
Let the full moon bloom in every dark sky
Make everyone look up, learn to ask why.
