Pyre

You say that it is your custom to burn widows. Very well. We also have a custom: when men burn a woman alive, we tie a rope around their necks and we hang them. Build your funeral pyre; beside it, my carpenters will build a gallows. You may follow your custom. And then we will follow ours.

The pyre burns the dead, but anxiety burns the living.

"Leave me, pray, / and bid me, as a shrouded corpse, farewell. / For death, this hand will find for me the way, / or foes who spoil will pity me and slay. / Light is the loss of sepulchre or pyre."

On Monday evening at six, the funeral pyre will be lit by his widow and by his son—the current king of Cambodia.

The villagers built a funeral pyre to honor their dead.

The effigy was set ablaze on the pyre.

For nine long nights, through all the dusky air, The pyres thick flaming shot a dismal glare.

Flames rose high from the pyre in the night sky.