Lachrymosa for the Snake I Killed

 

Peter J. F. Newton

- about Peter


[photo: Judy Newton 2008]


Poetry

- Rennie’s Beach, Ulladulla

- Just before stormfall, Manly Beach

- Nine lives for a young girl busking


- Mount York - April ’64

- 1381 - The Year of the Pig

- Lachrymosa for the Snake I Killed


- From Vincentia, Jervis Bay

- Personal Development - Firt Lesson

- The Children of West Beirut



Simply Australia

- home

 

The spade descends

and with each alliterative stab

death comes in increments.

Jumping and lifeless

with loss of all

and seeming joys, he dies.


A senseless day, this

doomed day. Warmed walls

shadow him . . . a wind kisses

away warm walls of grass.

There is no pall,

no mourners; nothing but flayed skin.

- Peter J. F. Newton