Poem: ‘Election Address’
Bill Manhire, 28 July 2016
I expect you know why I have asked you here at this late hour. The stars, gentlemen, the stars! They shine as ever, here at End-of-the-line. Do sit awhile and admire the heavens. I have robes and a chain, and I have power in useful ways: your electricity is mine, as is the public swimming pool. I license the posts you hope to score beneath. I can require the trams to go more slowly, for as...