They folded his legs
curved the spine
gently slid him in
air assumed his shape

His head lolled
pressing into collar bones
in a tight embrace
by the arc of urn

The dog arched its back
howled into darkness
smelling  death it sniffed
him bent like foetus.

Poem A Day

This poem is written in response to visit to a museum in Puhar where burial urns were unearthed. During the Sangam period ( 3 BCE – 4 CE) there were references in literature to burial urns used to intern the dead. They were called the mudhumakkal thazhi, urn for old people. 

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