A “domestic disturbance” at 4am
– the impersonality of the term
belies the shocking human rawness of the reality
of slamming doors and broken glass, shrieks and crashes and, eventually, police
and loud wailing cries splitting the stillness of the night
Oh, our street needs Jesus
This ugly underbelly of suburban life, briefly and embarrassingly revealed
So out of place in genteel Surrey Hills
where well-bred folks stifle their sobs into pillows
and grief and rage is concealed behind Laura Ashley facades
We keep our tombs very well whitewashed.
Yes, our street needs Jesus...
2 comments:
Sandra, have you been hiding that writing skill under a bushel? Time to get it out more often, babe!
Hey! I really like your evocative Surrey Hills soundbite.
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