AustLit

Author's note: Written 1977 and once sent to a competition whereupon it was sent back with the comment 'Sorry, I find this utterly repulsive,' so showing that it worked as a poem because that is the feeling it is meant to generate. I think I wrote this after my mate Justin died of an OD. I know I wrote a better poem called 'Justin' but I lost it many years ago (maybe I was meant to since it really was for him alone.) Anyway I have since been proven correct in my surmise as heroin and other drugs flood our streets and cause mayhem and murder everywhere.