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Poetry By: Philip Roberts

A true story about a man left to die by the Maribyrnong City Council, the Victorian State and Australian Federal Governments.

Submitted:Dec 28, 2010    Reads: 31    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

A life is lost in winter
On Melbourne's frigid streets,
In Fisher Street, an alleyway
A heart no longer beats.
In a blanket in dense shrubbery
A young man, old before his time,
Lies huddled 'gainst the winter chill
Until they make a ghastly find.
The police go in to investigate
Alerted by a noxious stench,
And from the blanket's putrefaction
Protrudes a single fist in clench.
Remains too foul to mention
Are of a man long dead,
Attacked while sleeping in the shrubs
For twenty-five years his only bed.
Syringes lie around the corpse
The signature of those who kill,
Who took this poor man's empty life
Exulting in their monstrous thrill.
the end
© Copyright 2010
Philip Roberts


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