Friday, April 20, 2012

Poem 19: Exhibiting the Floods

Exhibiting the Floods

One year on, a chaotic week
has been tidied neatly into graphics
videos, shiny iPad screens and maps.
Virtual mud leaves no mess behind.

Then I notice Anna Bligh's notes,
hastily scrawled, and the glass box
can't cage the nervous energy
and I remember We are Queenslanders,
the people they breed tough north of the border.

On the screen, voices break,
shaping tragedy into quavers of lost sound.

People approach my desk, leaving technology
go, because they want someone to hear
and hold their words within the silence.

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