The Bank At Bundarra

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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