for Jill Meagher
"We have everything to say,
I wrote this line
at a time of great bewilderment,
when I saw a life taken too early
and sense would not make itself known.
It is a fool's errand
to try to make sense of the senseless,
or imagine the unimaginable,
I know that,
just as I know that my meagre words
are but smoke to the wind.
Yet while horror rests briefly on its haunches
I think of the disappeared ones/
the lovely, brave, tremendous souls
You dwell in our memories dream clad,
gilded by sunblur
and tender melodies.
I think of a daughter I will some day have to tell,
"My darling one,
these streets may not be safe for you -
this world will try to scour the gold
from your eyes
and bury bullets in your grace.
But believe me,
beauty lives here also, and compassion,
and goodness -
May we tip the scales in their favour."
I think of a grieving city
where the sum of our disparate parts
equals a beating heart
"If evil exists then so does
I think of a family.
And I think of you,
Sleep well now,
we will remember you.