Poem: Streets of Our Town

These are the streets of our town
Golden darkness at dusk
We await the storm
No shelter, rain riven
Rivulets run the gutters

Cold freezing passage
Cleansing our lives
While darkness awaits
Fresh light sings
Gone are the battered wives

There are diamonds on Brisbane river
Diamonds floating free

Rain falls once more
Seasons change, clouds come
Over gum tree silhouettes

We march together along our streets, our town

The sun does look good today
And let us hope

Butchers sharpen knives no more
Down and round
Battered streets of our town