“The Union Buries Its Dead” by Henry Lawson

Australia Day Special:
Death. This classic story by the great Australian writer describes—with avowed unsentimentality and blatant sardonicism—a funeral in the bush, with the bushmen’s “disgust for the living and their respect for the dead,” and a dark profundity: “It didn’t matter much—nothing does.”
⁓The Voice before the Void

“The Union Buries Its Dead”

Henry Lawson

While out boating one Sunday afternoon on a billabong across the river, we saw a young man on horseback driving some horses along the bank. He said it was a fine day, and asked if the water was deep there. The joker of our party said it was deep enough to drown him, and he laughed and rode farther up. We didn’t take much notice of him. Next day a funeral gathered at a corner pub and asked each other in to have a drink while waiting for the hearse. They passed away some of the time dancing jigs to a piano in the bar parlour. They passed away the rest of the time skylarking and fighting. Continue reading