L'aura del Campo

Death Cafe

Café de la mort

The fragrance of life has left us
bereft of memories of murmuring brooks,
the taste of full lips, warm and eager.

Our empty sockets gaze at nothingness
but we sense your presence as bones touch bones,
as thoughts wander off and mingle.

There are no secrets in the Death Cafe,
no shame, no fame, as our names are erased
from history — by the Living.

We do not blame them nor complain,
for they will join us soon enough.

© Kåre Enga (6.april.2025) [182.12]

Prompt for April 6th: Death Cafe (Thai: คาเฟ่ตาย)

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