Pursued By A Bear Poem by Frank Bana

Will the trains still run on time


Will there be cherries at the stall


Will the sun rise, at all


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They are insisting we must be prepared (for what? And how?)


To lose our trousers and our shirts


But do not bet against us


(Even naked, even now)



I ask about the Little Ones


Daddy where did it go wrong


Why can't we see the neighbours


They won't talk our language


Do us any favours



Will there be bandages


Will there be tea


Words to close the distances


Dividing you and me



Are there lights down in the tunnel


Smell of whisky in the air


Boots on my street, the sorrow sweet


The exit labeled fear