Samsara

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Samsara

So follow the call of crows to the river Ganges - I like the sound of this better but So is an odd start.
and find the bodies mounded in a swamp
that paint the scent of death across the ranges.

The himalaya cycle never changes. Possibly Himalayan.
God's eye the wick, and there you set your lamp Lovely.
and followed the call of crows. The river Ganges -

the source of life and on that source life hinges - I like the double source here and find hinges worth the slant.
and sets those greedy banks as life's last camp
that paints the scent of death across the ranges.

There, dogs compete amidst the plenty. Mange is Love the rhyme here.
wild in thin fur, their snarling breath is damp. Strong.
They followed the call of crows to the river Ganges.

They didn't seek rebirth - more scourge or binges
They didn't seek out life’s parade and stamp I like that this stays about the dogs while talking of humans.
that paints the stench of death.  Across the ranges

of jewels and silks and opulence and dinges I'm not sure of dinges here, thingamabobs? You haven't used fringes, maybe that could work, lovely line otherwise after all the filth, prettier excess.
of human trash that mountains into dumps. Again I didn't mind the slant.
So follow the call of crows to the river Ganges
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.

Always fun to read, and work on, a ville, you did a good job with it. I wouldn't have been secure enough to use that many slants but the read is smooth.