Leashed Silence

In the sanctity of the crematorium
A widow burns in the pyre
For the deceased a peaceful sanctum
Death bestowed in the sacred fire

Echoeing chants of the feeble priests
Pollutes the secluded realms
Bride widow strapped to the dead
In the darkness oblivion awaits

The flames burn high
As her face starts to burn
Vermillion melts on the logs
Faith for her pseudo-gods shunned

Embers hiss on her skin
Seared to death for a pious sin
Burden of logs crushes her bones
Dismembering her shrinking carcass

Flesh of the pious sati
Reduced to vile filth
Betrayed by the divine god
Content on serving the dead in hell

Hear her soul scream in infernal anguish
Impotent blessings of a million gods it seeks
Desolated in hell’s afflictive pits
Death is the price she paid for being meek