The cities I lived

In the plagued beautiful city where I lived you would celebrate death by eating crunchy noontime snacks at the crematorium. In the non-plagued city I lived you would drink to ongoing death, in a nightly celebration over drum beat and country.

But in the other city I lived ,you would celebrate death by actually dying. A moneyed death gas would generously put sleeping street people to never ending sleep .

We also celebrated in that city our own personal death , where a mom would turn ice and later a mango tree .We have since come away to another city while she is still there presiding over local wind and rain .Here in Sultan tomb city we await our celebration.