Big Boy Yarns

By | 1 February 2022

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.

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