The Commissariat Store
Burnt oysters under the
Overpass, inhaled by
Wheezing lungs under
Rush hour traffic
Erosion bleeds into
The Brisbane River -
Not the kind of soil and sand
But the slow drip and drag
Of history, sliding
Measured by decades
Calibrated by the refurbished
Sandstone, sand-blasted
Down, further down
Count the scattered bricks
Masoned stones
Tree roots and dirt
Up to the wall plaque
The oldest of the new
Things hide back
Ha. 18 years old. I was in Brisbane at the Royal Show in 1972. Station was showing off its bulls. I spent the night before...assisting in the stalls. Boss brought me a pie and 2 bottles of warm beer. My other memories alas aren't much better.
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