The glass casket

He had risen in air, to the roof and sky above
From a lumpen body , a mind like crackling paper 
A sleeping giant of ego, a make-believer of  world
Mother-dependent and woman- loved by a wife
From a certain race whose ancestors had come
From the far seas, in skull-caps, worshiping fire.

He lay sprawled in the hall in a glass casket
Like history's old bodies ,under mummification
He might have studied , in his  younger days,
Waiting to be unraveled for future mysteries.
He will commune with a crackling fire under trees 
Following wife's ancient custom of fire-worship
And would  embrace it in deference and faith.
His dust  may not flow with his own faith's river.


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