When Adam delved and Eve span, everyone knew
their place (even Lilith), and that as the poet said,
Trees be for the better folk. Should we let the
lower dwellers dive into leaf-strewn
Reflective pools of daydream with Narcissus,
to emerge like Venus with a verse? No.
Rather, build for them a concrete blockhouse
with a dollar sign on every rented window,
Crown it with a dead pine and a few squibs, none of this
bolshy urban orchard stuff
Free for the sort of
lower-down-the-hill folk
who would turn our sacred Bush Capital
into a Garden City.
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