The Last Burial Priest of Yazd


a traveler gazes out onto the desert

shade of a mud brick building
gentle unblinking eyes see between worlds

bright sun cloudless sky
clean dry air flowing off distant mountains
Nearby, towers of silence


boots on gravel across the plain
up the spiral ramp into the sacred space
thousands have lain passively regarding the void

one does not lose track of time rather one becomes loose in time
a leaf becomes self aware falling
lost from the branch not yet reunited with earth

a doorway opens

a time traveler sits in the shade old beyond understanding
a lifetime carrying people between
the last burial priest of Yazd

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