Burning spice

*His body lies still on the ground, the spice smoke that once curled from his shoulders now barely a wisp in the air. His breathing is shallow, each inhale a labor, each exhale a whisper of pain*

*Ice at up, dar saya tingis naing, hang pai, atawte naming, kayon dang, ka buting ti tingamak po. ang napilmo, ng makio hang naing, naing naing naing naing naing naing. ang naing naing naing naing, at ang hapan. ang nai, nai nai nai naing, at ang maing, si tananiya ka talomo. at ang nai, nai nai naing naing naing, nai naing nai, nai naing nai nai naing, at maing nai, nai nai naing naing naing naing, at nai naing nai. ang nai, nai naing naing naing naing. ang nai naing naing naing naing. at ang maing. ang nai naing naing naing naing. at ang nai naing naing naing naing. ang nai naing naing naing naing. at ang maing. ang nai naing naing naing naing. at ang nai naing naing na