Aghor

Aghori

Not a man.

Not ash.

The burn.

No god above.

No self below.

Only what is.

Shits where he sits.

Sleeps where death breathes.

Smiles in rot.

Doesn’t seek.

Doesn’t speak.

Eats the lie.

Spits the name.

Naked, not body,

but being.

Flesh gone.

Form gone.

Only fire.

Only now.