Poem
Maxine Beneba Clarke
Eulogy
the upholstery that adorns
the lower house
they called silver-eucalypt green
and when all’s razed to ash
after fire season
the heat
cracks open the seed
and so funeral-suited
before the house of windsor knots
bare scalp sweating,
pathologically still
frydenberg says
back in the black
without raising taxes
and the blue-suited hear, hears
begin
the palette, hopeful
for the lower house
they chose dusky,
a myrtaceae green
when all’s razed to ash
after fire season
a eulogy’s
all that there is