In the backseat

of the lime green holden gemini

I sat in just my undies, pudgy pale

flesh folding under sunny skies

with the windows rolled down

in January school holidays.
Mum told me about the mission,

being Kamilaroi,

her mums siblings,

the girls school

and the blood shed

and all she knew. 
When I’m older

details fill in gaps,

explicit pain piles

events contextualised

and deeds left by dead

turn into hell

no time can

heal over

hour long

phone call crises between

city and Country.