the opening of the children’s centre in Balgo

1 May 2017

a smell of frying meat
drifts across the scene
and steam
from bloodwood leaves assists
departing souls to leave

a tiny child
hurls a rock across the yard
some skills die hard

it is as if the language
centre that was here
had never been the kukatja books
into which we put
our black and white lives have become
art works no-one can read

these days Balgo is a picture

and for sale

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