THE VIEW

by Stefanie Bennett


Acrostically we ploughed the vineyard
And found
The taxman ingesting spleen:

Cautiously we then exported the ox
But the billabong
Rose like twin-tides.

Without alms,
Or benefit
– We hit bed-rock.

In the metropolis
It’s believed
People ‘such as these’

Beg with wrists
Already
Severed.

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