Bare Market

New to this present situation
She overlooked worthiness layers
Proceeding from loose rationality
And a kind of quaint decency
Another too was frustrated by this
He'd open his broken window frame
Staring out onto a forgotten common
Perhaps seeing a mangy white bird
Or half decayed rodent shell
Refusing the new criminal mindset
Required for even modest success
She researched apartment collapses
And dreamt of owning the rubble
Displaying modestly owned poems
Arranged for vanished children
The spirits of her Koori ancestors
Trapped beneath neat pavements
Built to contain worthless hope