Death criers

We will join ranks with them.
In return ,they will mourn us
When later , our turn comes .

The Rudali women have made
Breast-beating into a fine art.
They do it to some fine music.

The air is rife with fresh death.
Be assured that in the bargain
Nobody will feel unmourned.

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