Subdivisions for the newly dead – Benjamin Blake

  This endless sprawl of stonesEach polished to perfectionSit behind towering black gatesGreek-pillared mausoleumsHouse mummified housewivesStagnant infinity pools overlookChoked deadened lawnsEven the dogs are deceasedCrawled under the digger’s shedTo die aloneFlowers cut, and dried a brittle brownFamily portraits faded from a scorched earth sunThere is little, or no, sustenance hereDelivered from sinInto the arms of […]