There by the river, there is a
The tree~leaves flutter in the flood
of noon; I gently walk by that crematory,
tarry around its fields, look at
the faint marks of half-smoked
cigarette sticks. . .
"My aunt died last July", said an
engineer once, ". . .and we brought her here
in an orange colored ambulance—her ashes
came back to us from a red-hot tray. They're
I've heard these stories time and
again; yet, I'm addicted to this crematorium,
to all crematoriums all over the world.
What if there was no death—what if
the vertical wheel became
horizontal; stopped its heartbeat, even
started to move backwards?
I touch its lovely spokes, I observe
its gearings gyrate.The world, a Michelangelo
Tanmoy Acharya 100 (author) on February 12, 2021:
"We would all like to be able to make the wheel move backwards. The world would soon become grossly over-populated however."
~ That is true! This one of the aspects of the beauty of the wheel.
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on February 12, 2021:
What if there were no death? We would all like to be able to make the wheel move backwards. The world would soon become grossly over-populated however. Interesting poem.