The Bank At Bundarra

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By Kerry Fair

 

 

Monument to mammon,

the silent edifice

looms over the empty street.

 

Remnants of power

linger in the thickness,

emptiness safe-guarded

by the peeling door.

 

Gone, the unhurried footsteps,

the greetings, the meetings

the savings plans … the dreams.

 

Cracked and faded,

the illusion of caring

mocked by encroaching vines.

 

The bank, long abandoned,

descends comfortably into time,

having sealed the fate

of another country town.

 

 

Image:  Kerry Fair

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