pretty (was)

it’s a pretty
little town

here we are
on main street

the municipal offices
rise proud
halfway down
the block

that shop
there
is the newsagent

across the road
the pharmacy

six days
a week

bakery buns
are a treat

they do pink
lamingtons

on every major corner
there’s a pub
this town
has a thirst
you know

and the gardens
(memorial)
are a hundred
and fifty
years old

bunya pines
with their prickle leaves
rise up
into the sky

the next street
down
has the oldest houses

weatherboard walls
tin roofs
on a quarter acre

elm trees
are the civic pride

and the streets
are long

paved
with bitumen

the kids can play
on the forest
reserve
like their parents
did

and theirs
before them

kids
can play
like
they always
could

they will play
around here
I think
forever
this used to be
a town

you can see
this
was a main street

all the patches

the ash patches
were buildings
once

you can see
what was the main drag
and
what’s left
of where the shops
were

twisted tin

a few bricks

wisps rising
from suspicious looking
mounds

they could be
anything

I believe
they had a long line
of old trees
here

you can see
it’s a sort of
rectangle
of about an acre

nothing there now
so
I might be wrong

all the way
along this road
the tar
has melted

schools
are gone

all
the old houses

this is
a war zone

with nothing left
but
discoloured rectangles
of
around about
a quarter acre

the forest
those few sticks there
is still
smouldering

I suppose
they must have
let it grow
too close

no problem now
though
it is gone
for good

~

16 thoughts on “pretty (was)

    • Yes, it’s not nice at all, is it?

      I wanted to try to catch the potential consequence. What does my place look like, now. What does a devastated place look like after.

      It feels necessary, but definitely not nice.

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