through the gauntlet

Back to: Surviving the Devil: A Song of Fire
Poem #22 from the ‘Surviving the Devil’ collection (unpublished)

in a little town
outside Warburton
there’s nothing left in main street

everyone’s gone
the shops are closed
for the duration

one man alone
is sweeping the path
in front of a café

I reckon it’s all been over-hyped
if we didn’t fry
last week when it was really hot
today should be a doddle

but the convoy
on the highway out of town
is taking no chances

and the sign
at the corner of the pub
where the menu is usually posted
has summed it up
for almost everyone
and everything

where it used to be

rump steak special
thirteen dollars ninety-five

there’s advice
that’s an offer for free


© Frank Prem, 2010

To Poem #23: fire plan lament

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