An Air

airs come rushing from the grave
yours the hidden skeleton key
to the unmarked bar or stave
blue sky is your modus operandi
words your new indentured slave

rusted car parts bark a melody
whittled down the wood behaves
noxious weeds crowd out their
stadiums anthem as architrave

solemn night ride blown a whistle
dusted angels attending the rave
elephantine eyes like goggles
teenage flesh the ancient crave

side by side the lyrics goose-step
hinting at the right depraved
honesty's the fearsome shingle
airs come rushing from the grave
David Prater
David Prater

David Prater is an Australian-born writer, editor and parent. His interests include mince pies, ice hockey and Joy Division.

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