Bloody Bondi
There’s blood in the sand, sharks circle offshore.
An unridden surf is still surging in
Under an ascendant unflinching sun,
Rapacious gulls hover and dive and soar.
Beach bags wouldn’t have been packed with bandages,
Flip flops and sun block, but no tourniquets.
A day for standing down and being at ease
With the world awhile, away from its rages.
Folk gathered comfortably together,
Sharing a common weal for a few hours,
Unaware agents of much darker powers
Were preparing for a change in the weather.
How the day started! How the day finished!
With humanity, once more, diminished.
D. A.