Jeffree Michael #81 Satellite Queen

A young queen
her namesake
named in hoping
Playford would be

the unlit beacon the final outpost
a radius to that older Queen

Adelaide roped King William
north down the Main North Road

its genus lost now in translation
Kensington to Buckingham to the Grove

a far away mis-en-scene
flat dry hard 'greenfield' startup

paradox seen
she would always be
an upstart

a sort of merciless mid-century
paradise lost
never
reaching potential

an unremarkable
modern ghetto
a drifter
who no longer makes promises

so much for that young
well-spoken rule

they soon arrived
by boat and gathered
built and played pool
for a short while
grew vegetables
put-on a play or two
wished and alas...

a salute to Holdens
would have to do

a few buildings
some grisly tv crimes
a loveable Scots singer
we eventually
grew to love

the Bulldogs
red white and blue

everything here dissolved into clouds
dust blew and heat baked
what was left
remains

a living ghost town
we never met
'cept by name

Queen Elizabeth
went by one day
we cheered
she did that waive

we all knew