Ishigaki Rin / 石垣りん – Ⅴ
Devils’ Meal
Those who were crying raised their eyes.
Those who weren’t stared.
Deep in the opened door
the fire
collapsed rectangularly,
a flash of fireworks.
Age: 43.
Male.
Sorry to have kept you waiting,
that was the word.
From the dark depths where fire died,
the cremator came out
and picked glowing white bones.
Surely everyone
had been waiting.
The cremation participants took up the chopsticks,
as if for food.
It was something one couldn’t do right,
unless in formal dress.
Those who were crying raised their eyes.
Those who weren’t stared.
Deep in the opened door
the fire
collapsed rectangularly,
a flash of fireworks.
Age: 43.
Male.
Sorry to have kept you waiting,
that was the word.
From the dark depths where fire died,
the cremator came out
and picked glowing white bones.
Surely everyone
had been waiting.
The cremation participants took up the chopsticks,
as if for food.
It was something one couldn’t do right,
unless in formal dress.