The air crash in Lisa village in October 2005 was the first in the series of such tragedies that later unfolded. The grief was so much because at the site where the burial took place, the dead bodies had not been exhumed. This is a grave account of the fateful burial ceremony and a reminder that death is inevitable.
Men in black all arrayed
In the crevice the corpses laid
Grief seeping through the crowd
Tears flowing all around
Voice fainting at the eulogies
So man someday must be gone
In a transit known to none
So I must be brought to the ground
Whereon I once tread with pride
Into the soil I had dug with contempt
Like dead men mourning the dead
Here we stand with sorrow unend
Just before our eyes we turn
From where we came we return.
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