THE LABOR PARTY
- by Tony Lintermans
A zoo animal that no one visits,
but needs feeding. A cuddle
carried like a rancid parcel
to polling day, nowhere to put it.
A howling muddle with no middle.
Plumb out of soul to sell,
fratricidal rumblings in its tract,
factions or stones in its stomach.
Left, right, pacing like a swell
with a pauper on its back.
Bored, frantic, shaggy and bereft
this beast was once a star:
powerful, nearly moral, popular.
When the leopard has no spots left
we in cages mourn from afar.
-from the anthology 'Best Australian Poems', 2005
Friday, 4 July 2014
THE LABOR PARTY - by Tony Lintermans
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