It is agreed:
Only the wealthy
Shall live in the heart of the city.
An 80-year-old woman
Must be transported
Out of her one and only home
So that the investors
Our holy men
Can bless the coffers
With their slippery geld
And buy up these workingmen’s cottages
For giddy refurbishment.
See an Archbishop’s palace rise
(the holy bourse)
dirty money
re-laundered
as the nouveau riche
pile affordability
on the bonfire of vanities
All within the tax mesh
Of their own blessed relief.
Meanwhile, across town
The Prime Minister lurks
In his harbourside mansion
Staving off defeat
And wondering how
24/7 might normalize
Around lower wages
So that the golden class
Might have their cup of coffee
On a Sunday morning
After the obligatory jog
Served by a smiling waiter who
Long after the dregs have been washed away
Trudges homes
On a crowded train
Tired of his agility
And the unaffordability
Of his basic life.
In this town of millionaires
The old woman
Is no longer required
(Only local colour).
Like a pot plant
She can be moved around.
The waiter is required
But how might he be squeezed some more
When beggary is legislated.
The earth rumbles.
The fault lines of inequality
Are mined across the globe
Hollowing out its core.
All is disorder.
The gods are angry:
Unfettered wealth and power
Stalks the land.
The heavens open up.
A sinkhole is born
Outside that millionaires mansion.
An old women disappears
A prime minister goes missing
And the earth demands an answer:
It is agreed: people go missing.
Gar Jones – February 2017
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-02-08/sydney-sinkhole-opens-near-prime-ministers-point-piper-house/8250748
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/newslocal/central-sydney/lifelong-millers-point-resident-leaves-underthreat-community/news-story/ec57cdf4e8ab33dfd5e539382115d4f5
Only the wealthy
Shall live in the heart of the city.
An 80-year-old woman
Must be transported
Out of her one and only home
So that the investors
Our holy men
Can bless the coffers
With their slippery geld
And buy up these workingmen’s cottages
For giddy refurbishment.
See an Archbishop’s palace rise
(the holy bourse)
dirty money
re-laundered
as the nouveau riche
pile affordability
on the bonfire of vanities
All within the tax mesh
Of their own blessed relief.
Meanwhile, across town
The Prime Minister lurks
In his harbourside mansion
Staving off defeat
And wondering how
24/7 might normalize
Around lower wages
So that the golden class
Might have their cup of coffee
On a Sunday morning
After the obligatory jog
Served by a smiling waiter who
Long after the dregs have been washed away
Trudges homes
On a crowded train
Tired of his agility
And the unaffordability
Of his basic life.
In this town of millionaires
The old woman
Is no longer required
(Only local colour).
Like a pot plant
She can be moved around.
The waiter is required
But how might he be squeezed some more
When beggary is legislated.
The earth rumbles.
The fault lines of inequality
Are mined across the globe
Hollowing out its core.
All is disorder.
The gods are angry:
Unfettered wealth and power
Stalks the land.
The heavens open up.
A sinkhole is born
Outside that millionaires mansion.
An old women disappears
A prime minister goes missing
And the earth demands an answer:
It is agreed: people go missing.
Gar Jones – February 2017
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-02-08/sydney-sinkhole-opens-near-prime-ministers-point-piper-house/8250748
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/newslocal/central-sydney/lifelong-millers-point-resident-leaves-underthreat-community/news-story/ec57cdf4e8ab33dfd5e539382115d4f5
