A Garden City Requiem

Ma, I got buried
beneath the bricks
in a foreign city
no more to hear the dialect
of my homeland

.. Please leave me a message

The smoke is overwhelming me
I hear no others where before
our lively chatter
filled this space
with hopes and dreams

.. Please leave me a message

Ma, I am dying
no more to see the sun and feel
the warm Nor'Wester
sweep across the dust yellow summer fields
of Canterbury

.. Please leave me a message

.. Leave me a message

Please

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River Dancing

On a summer night you can hear the snap
of a jack
ripples in the silver twilight
pursed lips towards the moon of mayflies dawning

in the still heat of evening making love
on the fatal attraction of
discarded waders
in a life so short and a dusk so long

and as blackness envelops
the memories cling like arms
passion sated
the whip of line laid low on water

stalking, still
the stream of consciousness unabated

A Whale Of A Tale

It's strange but true
that whale poo
according to the pundits
can clear the world of CO2
so lets have it
in abundance


Roger Smith  June 2010

Source: Sperm whale faeces 'helps oceans absorb CO2'