Western Oz Words: Thoughts Inspired By Mr W Wordsworth
Margaret Dunn's imaginative poem suggests that sinister things are going on in those shopping mall food halls.
I wandered, lonely as a Crowd that wants to buy
the Specials in their local Mall
I drift into the Hall of Plenty, where
19 brands of bread confuse consumers.
Who will eat their crusts?
And Listen Now - In distant aisles
Tins and packets all run riots
Freezers hold the pink remains of those who used to graze
Now others stand and gaze – what shall we have for tea tonight.
And I can smell the blood.
In some far place two hands are scratching in the soil
For roots - or some small life that can be cooked
The berries from some helpful tree are gathered
in a fold of cloth, to carry home where bright round eyes are watching -
“What’s for Tea Mum?”
