With your reeds and your black swans
this is The Railway.
I’ve come to carve your circles straight
I’ve come to bring your edges parallel
and there: a ribbon of blue you’ll be
to carry the coal that feeds me
Will you give way?
You know the city cannot wait,
you know the swamp will soon be drained,
you know the sky will turn to road,
and yet you still resist.
(Do not give way)
Marita May Dyson and Stuart Flanagan
Moonee Moonee Chain of Ponds
1 February 2018