Funeral

hands quickly

wipe

at the soggy clay..

wiping all the

waves

away..

oh thakshaka..

dear friend

that must

surely

have been

your king..

oh..

is he upset..

for this..?

did we somehow

mess up

his grounds

..?

thakshaka

seems to be

stunned quiet..

my friend

is pulling me

in the safety

of a tight coil

eye looks again

for thakshaka’s king..

but where did

that great one

disappear?

oh dear..

eye cant see

a thing

all waves

are now

swept plain..

the hands

reach for

my dear friend

again..

oh dear one..

i am

the one

to blame..

i hope

you

are not

blamed

for this..

but thakshaka

is quietly

gathering me

into

its coiled folds..

sit still

my dear

thakshaka

seems

to say..

voice whispers

why..

?

as form

is tucked away..

but all

ears can hear

is a

heaving sigh..

thakshaka

has clenched

the soiled

frame tight..

and as ears wait

for the reply..

zoom….

we…

seem…

to..

slide…

......

......

......

......

down..

down..

down..

or up..

..!!

God only knows

which way

is what

..!

oh dear friend..

within the coil

tightly clenched..

comes the

sudden shiver..

is this….

this…..

your king’s

punishment

..?