Hymn for Kandos

Hymn for Kandos [conceived on 21/12/2012]

Ten Miles in the shoes
of the Bush poets
And the yardbirds sweet
Clarion my Hymn
O Lord to the Sky
And the Lamb and our Child
 

And the beards of the
Old working Men
Of the mine and the dust
And the wires and the trains
And the signals processing
And the pools and the Grounds

Cool off from Imminent Collapse

O Lord
 

Hear our Prayer
Hear our Cry
From the graft of the Trees
And our neighbourhood dogs
On the Doc’s side service
 

Save their Hearts
And their Homes
Speak their Names
When they’re alone
And the Streets
Bless our black cat
Who’s asleep

And never crossed no-one’s path

And White Park
And the ramp
 

The rotunda and the lamps
Open Veins, open Minds
Open Cut, Blood of lime
Hearts of Fire Cut of Stone
Above the rest
And below the Earth
The mountains,

Miss Alice Solomon,
At 3am, it cross the coldest lake
Like a crow
Or vandals on the black dome…

There are Blood red tracks

In this town
Going back to the sheds
Where the Men plied their Trades
And WH Walsh made the chops and the Bread
Live and Let Live
 

And bury our Dead
Take the Host, Eucharist at this pious service
I seek your Trust, O Lord, as you have mine

Now and in the Hour of our Death.

Amen

*Miss Alice Solomon was a dressmaker and milliner in Kandos during the town's formative years.

*WH Walsh and brothers found the first "permanent" business in Kandos - a butchery and bakery that traded for around 50 years.