Bloody Bondi
There’s
blood in the sand, sharks circle offshore.
An unridden
surf is still surging in
Under an ascendant
unflinching sun,
Rapacious
gulls hover and dive and soar.
Beach bags
wouldn’t have been packed with bandages,
Flip flops
and sun block, but no tourniquets.
A day for
standing down and being at ease
With the
world awhile, away from its rages.
Folk gathered
comfortably together,
Sharing a
common weal for a few hours,
Unaware
agents of much darker powers
Were
preparing for a change in the weather.
How the day
started! How the day finished!
With
humanity, once more, diminished.
D. A.
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