The Body

What must/can/should/may I do
concerning the body when dead?

Cremation is a must

but where and how

to dispose

of Ashes
without offending the law

which involves variety of different

people,

and

without causing

those still struggling

with social life

as little as possible

strife?

No matter how much desire 

to minimise pain

at least for those

I most love

or as more generously wise than I

would say:-

‘I love them all

who’ve been in my life’ (!)

familiarity, friendship, peer group suitability

facts of birth,

and it seems

that

nonetheless, I must move along.

There is no need to revisit

for the Umpteenth time

Waverley Cemetery,

Nor similarly to  bus, walk and taxi

to Bronte Cemetery yet again;

I will ignore their magnetically mesmerising
attraction,  to find my way through the vegetation,

paths and ornamentation, 

peek over the edge of the cliffs,

keep a safe distance, while raising my eyes

briefly

to view the sea.

Probably there’s a need, instead

to stop in

to nearby Redfern Steet, the my local Funeral Home

It’s close by Redfern Park,

palm trees, artistic fountains of indigenous plant life, pods and

the classic fountain donated by the free settler John Baptiste, 

who joined those already here in 1829

and the rest of us uninvited and arrived since 1788

How is the body prepared,

delivered, collected?

And after the crematorium,

will my brother or someone

tip a tin

on to the water on the Harbour

Is it correct

to take a trip

as I thought would be a great thing,

as I returned from a visit to  Balmain

yesterday on the Ferry

from Mort Street

to Circular Quay

after celebrating

with a friend

our birthdays of 60 and 61

But was I simply

stimulated by good company

and being silly and creatively insane?