the appositeness of the phrase getting off at redfern
struck our roving correspondent with all the force of
teutonic bombs as the limousine bus pulled into that
wind-blasted car-park near the old imjingang station

last stop before a river crossing (that broken bridge
the one that used to go to chosŏn the other mystical 
fatherland (that got waylaid by arirang & sŏn'gun
that number one hit with a bullet known as chuch'e

picture then the scene complete with invisible sax as
the tourists wandered around the wrecked locomotives 
strolling nonchalantly beside ponds filled with lilies
& over everything piped or were they real sax sounds

appearing as if from nowhere or else an ancestor park
the sax player herself 

                        (the old ajumma 

                                                        oh broken world