An election poem

Published : Saturday, October 20, 2007

Australia goes to the polls on Saturday 24 November. Just before the election was called I wrote this, a small election poem:


Dandelions break out like lies in the grass. There’s an election
in the wind and promises on the table beneath the poplars and even the weeds
look good in the spring. But not far west
crops fail in their red fields
and rivers wither into memory. The future fails and the economy blooms
its profuse abstractions. What will the children eat when the wheat no longer rises?