Creative thought on cremation:
Burn, baby-burn,
Dark and high,
Heavy with smoke and boy’s choirs.
Round houses in trees,
Temples in caves.
Creatures under rocks,
Chemicals in orange crush.
The wild blue basin.
The white abyss.
The brown beacon of health on earth.
Cram the crazy deeper and deeper,
Then dredge up all those old feelings.
Again.
Crisis-mode in pink shorts.
Whatever happened to the Funky Bunch?
©DANIEL MORTON 2011
