Kerri Shying R # 233 - scolded child ( for keri glastonbury)

scolded child     

(for Keri Glastonbury)

high on something else again             called

reprobate  sort me out before I

             choose             the fata morgana   

go get the dictionary

off the shelf      think about the dust  piling from the industry    still

here     not the remnants  people think that when BHP ended  when

the steel label  stopped  we forsook that

all the sheds slammed down the

roller doors  they did not

there is a film it floats down daily coats the

table coats the porch I wipe it  away  

 a fly without a buzz

we still have this uneasy ex-husband

 sitting in the park across the road

drinking from his steelworks bottle            

 despite our new bookcase

our new tech-works

 the go ahead get ahead dickhead lives we gaze at

in the brochures of our heads

  sort me out for saying it

scold me  like the child

in my child city

waiting for the grown ups to teach me how life is done

 I drive past the muster point I ask why

 is it fenced off  

we used to love walking

 there                         used to love that tribute  

all that

 century of industry  gone   now        

compacted into sculpture  

entailed            aloof forlorn