Come,
Smell the stink of her unwashed body
Where were you when she was bedridden?
You husband, lost to another woman?
You only child, lost to drinking buddies?
You neighbors, lost to your own concerns?
Come,
Smell the stink of her unwashed body
Come to her wake
Drop money in the alms box
Shed some tears.
Come,
Smell the stink of her unwashed body
Offer a prayer and be consoled
Death was her answered prayer
Now she is free
Of the loneliness and boredom
Of the suffocating heat
Of the painful bedsores
Of the thirst and hunger.
Come,
Smell the stink of her unwashed body.
