I enter and take images -
nothing else.
I don't disturb those who sleep amongst all that surrounds.
Eternal sleep 'neath church clocks chime.
Who are these that live no more; where are the forever dead now?
...Elizabeth Rogers; who were you?
Has the 'affectionate rememberance' forgotten, now that time time has moved on?
Those heavy iron gates keep the world at bay -
but you don't care,
like those who drive past in their cars,
the yet to be dead -
the soon to be,
sure to be...
Not Dead yet!
