After The Massacre Poem by Sharad Chandra

They tried to bury the bodies
but they were everywhere
vultures hovered thick in the skies
dogs gorged on ravenously
watchful not to allow entrée
to an outsider human or wild
crows and kites
hopped along on every side
to grab a tear of warm flesh
a quick lick of the oozing blood
the moment there appeared
a small opening, a little creek
clusters of fish fed greedily
on the bodies rotting in water
to die of contamination eventually.

They had travelled for miles
to pray for the dead
to bury the deceased
but turned their face in disbelief
so revolting was the sight
so heavy the stink
so wide and disgusting
the extent of human hatred

death was denied its dignity.
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