This began life as pre-dated. I was having a fishing holiday at our shack on Yorke Peninsula across the Gulf from Adelaide when I was buzzed by a chopper. I found out on the TV news that night that a local boy had been taken by a shark and the helicopter contained photographers & journos looking for shots of sharks, treacherous seas and the boy’s school. I couldn’t get the idea of predators out of my head – the media even moreso than the shark.
Onlymeith has produced an ominous soundscape to underline the mercilessness of both sharks and the mass media, using Javolenus’ disquieting sub-bass, (use your best headphones!) hints of swords unsheathing and a relentless, remorseless heartbeat.
After the poor boy is taken in shallows
Another pack of sharks
Sniffs out crimson billows.
Even here, on the gulf’s other side
A school of choppers
Arrives for frenzied interviews and shots
Of the victim’s school
Politicians join the feeding maelstrom
Demands on talkback
For the creature to be shot
Only the boys parents won’t play the bloodlust game
It’s the last thing he would have wanted
But they are dismissed as
Too close to comment
The gulf widens.
Predators move in.
© rob walker, 2006
This poem appeared in my chapbook phobiaphobia – poems of fear and anxiety (Picaro Press, Australia, 2006.)
Thanks Carlos /onlymeith for another exquisitely-produced interpretation of my words.