Homeless

In open contrast to the continuous brouhaha 

Of the opposite river bank of festive atmosphere

By the Yarra River near Flinders Station

An eerie silence reigns over the uneasy slumber

Of a crowd rendered invisible

Under the open arches of the railways line

There's no distinction between them

Each of them isolated seeking solace 

Protected only by the sheer force of their numbers

Their oblivious respite will be only too short 

I don't know your story

I don't know who you were

I don't how you died

If the homeless have hung a banner

Laid flowers in your memory

You have my respect

Homeless but not heartless. 

Lucette C. Bailliet

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