creed

shaken And stirred,
use your darkness to cover me
and blessed absence
of all.
pray for me
while i am raised upon
the stone
into the black,
while the sitar plays its
ever-whining tune.
tears aren't shed
and the Gathered
stand-mouths/eyes agape-
and one steps forward,
breathes deeply,
coughs,
winces
and the pyre is lit.
and forgotten.
then i ascend
and sitteth at the left hand
of Venus, the lady almighty.
she who judges the drudgery of life
and aches
at the mistakes
that were
made