Prospect NSW (For Anita Cobby)

 The hushed dark hugs the streets.
  Somewhere a cat snaps the silence.
  Dogs begin to bark, like a pack
  moving in for the kill.
  Women shrink in their homes.
  Shadows slip
  through the night and
  stars dim their lights
  as cars flash past.
  When they disappear,
  silence, heavy as hate, descends.
  Hours stretch like elastic
  that finally snaps.
  Dawn spreads its stain 
  over the sky.

  Seven years later
  young women walk again
  through lonely streets.
  Screams taunt only those
  who remember.



*first published Northern Perspective Vol 17 no 2 – 1994
This poem was included as part of the exhibition in memory of Anita Cobby held at Q theatre in Penrith 2003

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