ode, in Melbourne
(for brentley)
when j f k was shot
history was re-loaded
in film, literature and politics -
back then it seemed like his death
had brought to attention
for the first time the black heart
that eats America - and so yesterday
in Melbourne, when we walked
the length of bridge rd
passing shop after shop
of decadent commercialism
i started to remember j f k
as if my heart too was being
re-enacted, assassinated once again -
& remembering what it was
he stood for
i glanced around
and saw a McDonald's sign
positioned justifiably above us
like a sniper on the roof
October 2003
Poem © Mark Pirie, 2004