Based on an ABC TV report of Cyclone Tracy
‘Twas the night before Christmas.
Restless children bundled in sheets
awaited unknown surprises,
slept through a rising shriek
as the clock struck midnight.
dreams lost in chaos, darkness beckons,
engulfing the bones of broken homes,
skeletons ripped of flesh.
No longer fit to house a home.
Frames no longer …
Frames that no longer house souls
swallowed by an abyss. Metal carcasses strewn
in a street autopsy. Roads cracked
like the lips of the elderly.
The toys of neighbourhood boys
play with ghosts. Life left behind.
Life left behind,
drenched in tears of the broken,
abandoned in Dystopia.
A town in ruins,
an act of drunken disaster,
Stolen by the wind,
houses stripped of the life inside,
shattered souls leak from framed eyes.
Like loved ones in mourning,
sheets of iron embrace lifeless trees.
hope drips from ceilings,
A town void of substance,
yet, in the sunlight,
green grass triumphs.