WE OF THE TAMAR

By Yvonne Gluyas
(Poem entered into Launceston Poetry Cup at the Tasmanian Poetry Festival 2012)


Poor Gunns, you’re better off dead.
At least we’ll get some peace of mind!

Stripped bare of your assets,
your wealth frittered away
on dreams of a pulp mill
by Greg and John Gay.

Your shares are now worthless,
your company gone broke.
Yes, we of the Tamar
for years loudly spoke.

Never defeated
we kept up the fight.
The noisy majority,
we knew we were right.

Once a fine Tassie company,
your workers you misled…

So I’ll dance on your grave
Til I’m sure that you’re dead!