Poem and photo collection from walks in an Australian cemetery with fictional poems about the people on the gravestones. Through this process, the poet seeks to come to terms with death and show how the reader has the same opportunities. The color photographs show the beauty of decay in a cemetery.
"They don't look after your grave anymore, Charlie (*?-✝?) those who used to bring flowers have long since disappeared themselves their children have forgotten who you were or busy looking after new graves so better take your place in eternity, my friend sorry to have to announce that the party is over the guests have gone home it has been more than three quarters of a century you sat with the hustlers on the terrace the early summer morning - the woman in the lavender dress - and Charlie you offered her from the case that was before filter and before everything Of course you didn't know that when you lit your cigarettes and she later in the same morning sun let your hand slide down her panties”
