The Australian Sun

In many cultures

In many times and places

The sun is an object of worship

To many peoples and many races

The emperor is the descendant

His father the sun

But here in Australia

There is only one

The individual I

And the son of no sun

A morning stroll

Under Sydney’s sunny skies

Along Burwood’s shopping atoll

I saw just an example of this

Red ran around my eyes

Brown sizzling skin

A man had gone for a run

Banana boat clearly in the bin

This jiggling sunburnt ham

Was naked and exposed

To the sun and to the sons

Who could not find their eyes’ repose

But where was he running to?

He glided along

His jiggle strong

As his skin shook its fist

Against wrinkles

Against time

Against death

Against the sun