If it wasn’t for the Melbourne Cup
coming up Tuesday, November third
we’d be stuffed for exhilaration, otherwise
closure of Beerwah’s rail crossing this
weekend has a few hearts dismayed
I heard one 30 year resident planned to
parade nude along the road in protest on
the day it closes; it’s no business of mine
what she does with her clothes but that’s
patently a ridiculous extreme
Commerce on the wrong side of the rail
would seem to be opposed to closure for
purely business reasons - complaining
they face ruin when customer numbers
fail to ring their tills enthusiastically
Wasn’t it always that way (and who gives
a damn now our bespoke overpass – see
diagram, is to be put into use) : if they fail
it won’t be from lack of access but the way
they displace their businesses acumen
And the benefits outweigh the whining
although the Pub may not agree; their
modernisation seemed a cue for the
protest to flourish on the other side
of the town’s conflict-ridden rails
© 29 October 2009, I. D. Carswell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem