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GHOST TOWN


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?


September, 2005.

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from SONGS FOR LONGING - The Poems Of Dawson Hann., released August 8, 2015

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Jack Howard Melbourne, Australia

Jack Howard played trumpet with Hunters and Collectors and for the last 20 years, he's been releasing his own highly- regarded music. Along the way, he's also played with The Living End, The Violent Femmes, Rodriguez and a host of others. In 2017, Jack toured the world with Midnight Oil as their trumpeter/multi-instrumentalist. He released his memoirs, Small Moments Of Glory in 2019. ... more

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