WILL INRIG

PARFUMEUR

 

This perfume is earth

There's no better place to die

When many a seed

And mouths to feed

Turn to dust in your eye

 

This perfume is water

That floods the house when you cry

You part the sea

You baptise me

Each drop is a wave on your thigh

 

This perfume is air

A breath the breadth of the sky

And the wind that stole

My body and soul

By now, I am only a sigh

 

This perfume is fire

It burns wherever you lie

The flame of your gaze

Our family ablaze

With smoke, you bid me goodbye

 

It comes to me in visions

A way to heal, unite and purify

But then I recall

The fruit of the fall

And wonder, why bother to try

THE GREAT WORK