The drowning

 The drowning



People walk along these streets
Strutting and dog walking, walking
The white surf crashes, crashes beside
Beside them, this life is very attractive 

Then the truth is out there 
In the far off deep ocean 
Where the drowning occurs
All the bodies swishing and 
All the souls sitting 
Watching the drowning 

White and pink flowers
Beside coffee tables
And prams
The big rock unmoved 
By the crashing 
Crashing waves 

And then lined up
Pram pusher
Twenty five and child fourteen months,
Runner seventeen years 
Construction worker thirty five 
Women in boots forty 
Heading for the same spot 

People walk along these streets
Strutting and dog walking, walking