Desultory day
touched upside the tendrils
I am drawn inside the shell
this day war
takes my unsubstantiated
body
all apart
into quotes spare parts grades of
meat
assembled dis-mantled here I get the phone
say yes with gratitude the offer
of the shopping Angela
put her hand up when the call for the volunteers went out
my social support day fell today
talk talk talk the
woman’s ear off
her hubby out at Gilgandra on a property getting
didgeridoo from the place
if no trees good he will go up
round Brewarinna we get my door gates stop
my dog
from peeing in my workrooms yarn it out there are few
answers how to take yourself apart
all the while we put
it all together make it get it done
at the door we smell the bbq
and it is good on the road
we see the worst shirts laugh and wonder
if anyone is happy for the ancestors
those prisoners
in dank chained bilges
forced to leave
their homes
Good to see an Amnesia Day poem today!
ReplyDeleteWe wondered why people felt so happy for their ancestors being in rags in the bilges of boats as sad slave/criminals. It is like everyone is Captain Cook's relation!
ReplyDeleteFantastic
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteTerrific. I am the subject there too.
ReplyDelete