Canberran times
It's hell in my lungs:
I'm burning from inside.
The searing pain
Of senselessness
Stings my youthful pride.
Canberran trees redden:
They mirror the desert
In my eyes.
Consuming themselves
Into dying ash,
They mimic my dying I.
The blood in my vein,
The sap in their leaves,
All fade out into autumn shades:
Such is life that the year goes by.
The hell of summer has passed.
The death of autumn arrives.
I witness from my withering self
The passing of Canberran time.
