Casket of Cinders

The kids played with

wax dolls

As I passed by

They lend me a charitable glance

Asked me to join them

I wanted to-

But,

I decided to join posthumously

They were strangers, afterall

And, I am xenophobic.

miffed,

they gave me a casket

A casket of Cinders!

Twilight covered the city

and I went back home

to conspire and ransack the wax dolls.

The thought of receiving cinders

disparged my blood.

I weaved a sabre

out of hatred,

to cut off

the children's head, and

suffice myself with revenge.

I regret,

and lament on the wounds now.

I have nothing left, but

an empty casket.

The cinders disappeared

and the children too.

They now lay still in coffins of cloud,

near God.