AUGUST OVERDOSE

She is dead
A lily of the Swan
Floated off
In night's shadow


Who killed her
Ask the police
The issue dealers
All who weep


She is dead
No clique nor cult
Trust nor truth
Can move her


Ether crackles
Wheels spin
Wings fall
She is dead


You scratched her
A slick pick
Tossed her life
To the ravens


You killed her
For your security
Toys and charms
She is dead


At the casino
Before the jury
In the polls
You killed her


She is dead
Put it in the paper
Honk to support
Your innocence


With the others
She is dead.

[Perth, 21/8/97, previously unpublished]

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