These gurgles and hurdles
Of cracked sound rebellion
And the whispers of restless catarrh,
Hard in the distance,
Resistance is futile
And the cars slip
All nowhere like tar,
Creeping to gutters
All stutters and sadness,
All sickness and stiff, weary strife,
A stillness is glooming
And brooding with nothing
In the park that’s devoid of all life.
Dunstan Carter : Poetry 