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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.


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.