By | 1 February 2015

inside the clearing of the bush cemetery
I sit surrounded by a stark equality
every grave is marked with a plain white cross

the landscape is a post modern dirge
stretched in the aftermath of Christian law
the plastic flowers have faded to pastel

all distinctions are blurred here
the new and the old will conflict soon
the nearby trees will referee

I sit with a stark equality
Where earth and heaven meet
The reality is killing me

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