Death in a Swiss Zoo

You meet a man for the first timeon the last day of his life.He asks if you're keeping busy.Then he and his ruddy cousintalk of a sepia Swan Hill, when 'Cheyennestarted at fifty to one, six shillings to win,four bob for us, two bob for mum'. This first collection of poems by Melbourne-based poet Mark Wills is filled with wry observations on the gap between city and bush, the gap between style and substance, and tender reflections on intimacy and family.