Graphology Chronotype 34: Parking Refugees -- a poem by John Kinsella

by John

Graphology Chronotype 34: Parking Refugees

Wilson’s parking — ‘Expensive,

don’t you think?’ Yes, close kin

of Wilson’s of Nauru. Security.

You know, where victims

are guilty and sex crimes

are as the case may be

and the Minister says

what’s what about self-

immolation. Security. Private.

And privacy of a sort.

They have many locations

in the city. Each lot

a kingdom. Your cars

in their care. Security.

Underwriting the Island

where no man, woman

or child can be entire of itself.

Impoverished, bought off

by the Australian

Government, sub-let

to Wilson’s. Fire sale.

Big island little island

what begins with I?

Disconcerting?

But don’t worry,

Wilson’s is watching out

for the silent majority

right here where cars

need somewhere to park.

Security. Your cars

in their care. And anyway,

how many cars could they

fit on Nauru? Diversify.

Security. Living space.

            John Kinsella