Urn for Burial, An

Purananuru 256

Potter,
O potter,

I've come with him
through narrow places

like a tiny white lizard
hugging the spoke

of a cart wheel.
Be kind,
make me an urn
for his burial
in the wide earth

and make it
wide enough
for me too,

you who make pitchers
for this city,
this wide, old city.
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