I observe!

A Buddhist Crematorium

And I think,

Am I treading on the ashes of the dead?


And the road continues

I see undertakers, lowering coffins without compassion

I see builders logging surrounding bushland


Eliminating the neighbouring golf course


The Disappearing!


Amongst this bush I see a headstone

With a dense crack in the middle

And, instantaneously I am reminded of the

Ten Commandments

Did he break them to deserve this fate?

And now

As I near the end of my journey

I exit my vehicle

I walk down the Greek Orthodox aise

S46, S47, S48 and…


Finally I stare down at my influence

my teacher

my best friend

my grandmother

my yiayia

My necropolis

Rookwood Cemetery

By Peter L.

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