The Poetry Of.
George Anderson............................................
Sitting With Alfred
I sit balanced on the concrete rim of your grave
trying to fathom the enormity, the finality
of it all-
my hands........this page ........now suddenly made clear,
struck by an ethereal glint of sunlight
this autumn day.
I sit & examine you more closely-
your head weeping black bile
& embedded with a thick bearded moss
your name barely decipherable.
I sit & eat my lunch
contemplating the ephemeral again-
your insides swelling upwards
shattering your concrete mantle
spitting upon ceramic tiles
in heaped piles like discarded cigarette butts.
.........................................................You die now
as you have once died before
Yet from the yawning orifice of the retched-open tomb
bursts a scrawny tall tuff
of wild green dandelion
emblazoned..with dark
yellowed.-.-.-.-.-.crowns
Silent Victory
The 30mm Depleted Uranium machine gun bullets
EXPLODE
through the canopy of the bus cabin
& ignite-
& instantly vaporise its passengers-
smoldering in toxic molten piles
of ash under the wire caged seats
*
Microscopic oxidised particles of dust
are lifted by the light chromosomal wind
& are inhaled & lodge
into the dark tunnels
of passing lungs
*
They are born without crowns on their skulls
without eyes
with hands attached to shoulders
with fused fingers
with rare cancers of bone & blood
*
The toxic wind, wafts up again-
much closer this time
fouling the sky/ the soil,
chundering up
its deadly particles
into the
.o
p
e
.n
sleeping mouths
of children
Horseshoe Falls Blues
The stark leer and awe
of the falls waning as we
wander up Clifton Hill
the thunderous beauty
of gravity where the
gaudy & the surreal
unite in commercial
fackery. There is the
30 foot Frankenstein
monster eating a car
sized hamburger the
mist fogging the glasses
There is the plastic
medieval castle and
the further you walk
down the street the
greater the astonishment:
Movieland Wax Museum
Cosmic Coaster Ride
Dinosaur Park Mini Golf
the kids excited but edgy
200,000 cubic feet per
second the slick joyless
commodification of reality
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