the crematorium is laid out on
thin
flat
land
busy as a mall car park
hard to tell what theyre peddling in there
smoke hangs over hatchbacks
heat
haze
hovers
above
the stacked brick like industry
black cluster-fuck in
black cluster-fuck out
the
wake
is
better - everyone pops beer tins
and
looks
at
the photo albums laid open by the door
and
smiles at the past
acremation.com
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