Two poems at Bat Bean Beam

I am not much enamoured of my lyrical gifts at the moment, but am writing my way through the funk in hope of producing something that’s less, to my reading, jejune.  I can’t think of a better solution (ignoring the cheap seats’ solution which is always, stop for a while).

It is my hope that Giovanni’s readers’ results may vary.

This is Our Land! (in response to this post)

Nativists and atavists, one and all,
come here,
under the wide white wings of the bear.

This Pegasus for a different age
comforts or crushes us all, together,
no room for slurs, no time for words:

new populist for a shaggy people.

About Dustmen (in response to this post)

The Staffie in the passenger seat
of the rubbish truck on its Sockburn round
and the Huntaway on the top of the ute
that crossed the main road in Karamea:

this is our job
this is our purview
this is the man with whom we do it.
Look at us while we ride up front,
the pride with which we hold our heads.