Robert Verdon, #183, Capital Revelation

… with a forties God above,

Brylcreemed in an Air Marshall’s uniform

to ladle out the weather,

I walk through the bunyip cloisters

of Telopea Park High School

(where some of the boys wear dresses),

hair cascading down my back to defy the Principal,

not dreaming I’d be living in the

same dreary megavillage fifty years later,

beneath the Brylcreemed God of fifty years earlier.