Treasure Island

David McLean Mathews

(Colac, Australia)

Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas rode up the highway in Milton
His warbling jowls ruddy with drink
At 99 he’s seen the howling
World with egrets and sea eagles
Bustled by plovers
Unconcerned unconcealed
The ceremony rich in sadness
Flying half-mast with personal
Wreathes of farewell and loss
And straight after to the Commercial
For a couple of early rums
The view out over Green Island
Mist hoven velvet
Two-Up down in the yard
On tails holding the money
Dylan drifting in his middy
His wilting eyes
Red with age and weary
Of waiting for departure.

(Bawley Point,28 March 2014)

Submitted: Friday, May 16, 2014

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