Jack Howard – Ghost Town
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We’re thinking, how bloody-minded that was,
A freezing night camped on the treeless plain;
What’s our reason this time, our “because”,
Except a way to confirm a place and name?
There are six of us in Cook that morning
(Not counting our dog and two resident cats);
The town’s still there for trains on the line out west;
Its skeleton staff dons way too many hats.
We watch as the Indian Pacific makes its visit,
Bringing to this ghost town of the Nullarbor
A host of fresh souls who, finding no shop,
Dolefully ask: what, then, are we stopping for?
To sift among the ruins for a life that was,
You need first an imagination, and a mind
That hears the cries of kids in the empty school,
And sees the pub a camera cannot find.
They wander, plainly lost, these urbanites
For whom real life is somewhere far from here;
Clearly, there’s nothing to buy, to take back home.
What place is true, that has no souvenir?
So our kelpie dog is photographed, an image
Suitable for a town to be remembered by;
“I can’t recall the place, but here’s its dog…”
Who says a “Kodak moment” cannot lie?