Dust on the Clothes Line (Agricultural Protection Board house, Southern Cross WA.)

Bare earth is the garden bed.
Birds caged.
Dogs chained.
Trees all dead.
Barbed wire fence.
Concrete path where no leaf falls.
Tap drips dust in a pool of stones.
Only green is painted walls.
Here Dendro Phobic the farmer lives.
He only takes.
Never gives.

gone

layers of skin
once
felt your
touch
now
rubbed away
swirled away
down the drain
gone