That Fatal Walk
The avery outside this Melbourne house sings morning birdsong shrill and loud
The sun already hot , shines thru the pale dust glass
A rattling tram courses along the metal line from Albert Pk to Federation.
The day’s already flat and meaningless ..all loving torn out yesterday
Left nothing left to say, to feel...a damage done..
Is trapped un-do-able in the blue black city stone.
My cold wet land ... those sobbing skies ...trash littered lanes ,
The rugged coast line faces..a nation blowing to and from a Viking gale
The liquor draining from their leaden new dawn heads
That colour spectrum of another kind of grey and lurid green..
So far from here..
But were I there it would not ease the pain
Of the perplexing outburst on that Fatal Walk.
There is no trusted day to share again..
Kristine Byrne
Dec 26th 2012