Park Poetry: Possum Park

by Renate Homburg The machines came in the night stealthy, slinking, stinking reeking of destruction and corruption manned by greedy, crooked men Creatures of the peaceful forest awoken soft and stark from slumber grabbed, struggling, blinking into unforgiving daylight Old homes viciously torn down pulverised, vandalised gentle beings roughly displaced brutal disregard for their lives With dollar…