Friday, 30 October 2015
this land with its gnarled hands and its dark history finds
threadbare lives that weave strange perspectives.
knotted desires and commitments are
all we have with baskets full of mumbled promises.
above a bitter grey victorian sky oblique views gather in alien hues,
a mechanical existence that dolls out spread sheet philosophies;
a discordant austerity like the death of libraries.