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Currajah

[a Walleah Press blog]

ROBERT JAMES BERRY

 

Old Government House

The lawns of Old Government House

are immaculate;

 

trees erupt

fire cracker flowers.

 

Poverty, lewdness have been

roped off.

 

Beside the cream-pink façade,

a spattering of delicate mauves

 

well-kempt hedges

impeccable turf,

 

no sod turned or pissed on.

A furled flag

 

is discreet summation

of power

 

so there can be no disgrace

in theft done.

 

Only, by my foot, a stubbed cigarette

smoulders like one hundred and fifty years

of history,

 

dying scuffed to the sidewalk

down a broken manhole cover.