Saturday, April 27, 2013

Early Warning.

Did you see the sea coming at you?
No, she said, it came too fast
Like a mountain running at the moon
Nothing could stop it not stone
Not metal not wood not flesh
We had only seconds as the sea
Had millennia to devour us
Pushing in like a quarry of death
Water and mud crushing what was left.
So had time cheated these people?
Or had nature played a cruel trick
Or had we all been blind to the consequences
Of exponential growth unchecked
Us waiting on the beach of the undetected
Wet, shivering and unprotected

© shaun patrick green 2013

Terror Australis

You could see the fear in his face
As he stepped off the plane
The heat hit him like a sledgehammer
Then there was the hospital digs
"Spartan" not quite the right word
Yet he put on a brave face
Against this Territorial death wish
Wave upon wave of human trash
People determined to drink
Themselves to death or die trying
Never questioning why, just dying
Their insides turned to mush
Brain dissolved, will to live gone
Walking the land like ghosts
Drips half hanging out their arms
Drool hanging from half open mouths
As they collapse on shaded paths
Here would be a good place to lie down
He shops for bare essentials
Survives on four hours sleep
Awaiting the next wave
Not of arrivals by boat
But departures by alcohol

© shaun patrick green 2013

The Mangroves' Edge.

What does it mean to be shirtless
In a city of shirtless men?
He stands at the mangroves edge,
Fire failing behind him,
Wife asleep, cask empty.
Maybe go for a walk, see his country.
Night black but for a splash
Of spilt milk - whitey claiming the sky.
Lights along the road where
He used to feel his way in the dark.
This whole town now one big car park.
Bare feet on bitumen,
Sign says Botanic Gardens:
He needs to lie down,
Feel grass under his head.
So he sleeps under a big old tree,
Dreams of serpents fighting brolgas,
Their eggs split into three.
Wakes with the sun to see white men
Strolling fat, shirtless and free.

© shaun patrick green 2013