Crematory

The lavishness of life is my
Decision
The souls of all souls lie
Securely in my hand
A life is my servant and
Nobody touches them but me
I burn myself in the coldness
Of the wind
He hates and tortures me,
Betrays himself
But I am silent and mock him
In spite of pursuit
I hurl leprosy, pest and smallpox
At him
These are my last words
These are my last thoughts
My last way
I behold the names of his holiness
Because I grind them out of my body
And cut them out of my body