Les Murray: Two Poems
Bingham’s Ghost
Bingham, alias Lord Lucan
vanished for forty years
without a sign or a token
till his title devolved on his son.
Our earlier, flannel-shirt Bingham
vanished from company and speech
just round the time his workmate
turned solemn, with a new tale about him.
Bingham—his forenames didn’t last—
had quit bush slog to go scan
for fresh graft down the Hunter Valley.
It had come time to abandon
the cheerless tramp after cedar
logs to fell and float down
the wintry floodwater gullies.
No place for follow-my-leader
but Bingham proved not wholly missing.
Odd times, in moleskins and coat
he’d appear by the Forestry roadside,
moveless, with his pockets pulled out
and patriarchs and other locals
shivered grimly at encounters with him.
Long gone now, he froze many a rider
and silenced whole carloads of revellers.
Verticals
Whizz of blue striped
curtains on a rail
and beyond those, the dull
downrights of sheet iron
wrapped around fruit trees
to fence off horse-rubbing,
donkey-scrape, and the horns
which used to grind off sugar.
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