Yes, death, death. It's hovering wverwhere, Max. Roadside bouquets up here in Queensland dot the Bruce Hwy.
And even in one place a glass enclosure with a wrecked motorbike still inserted in a wrecked car.
Not sure how to read your final line.
Bill
On Wed, Jul 30th, 2014 at 4:55 PM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Flowers and Flags
>
> From the tram to town
> you see the green Domain -
> first on your right
>
> flowers at the foot
> of Weary Dunlop’s statue,
> hero of surgery
>
> compassion and morale
> with prisoners of the Japanese.
> Flowers too on his right hand.
>
> Next in the Domain, behind
> the chequered police memorial,
> flowers on the grass slope
>
> for the woman killed there last month
> on her way to early work -
> some killer-man in the dark.
>
> On the bridge look left -
> under huge letters
> A I D S 2 0 1 4 -
>
> flowers for the Aids experts
> on the plane from Amsterdam,
> downed over Ukraine.
>
> Now look right, flowers
> from Melbourne’s Ukrainians
> with flags of two nations.
>
> The tram halts - ‘waiting
> till the protest march passes’ -
> big flags, hard to identify.
>
> What are the marchers chanting?
> something about Israel,
> children killed, Palestine.
>
> Thwarted compassion.
> Thwarted nations.
> As if there’s a solution.
>
> Up the hill, look left.
> There a brick wall fell
> in a gale on passersby
>
> last year - still the site
> bears floral tributes,
> some old, some new.
>
> However they die,
> they deserve flowers.
> Shame about the flags.
>
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