The map sketched on the oval of the Sir Douglas Nicholls Reserve had borders formed by the meander of Murray and Bay, Pacific and Bight, the straight lines of neighbour states and the name of a nineteenth-century queen. Stones marked each massacre site ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Late evening, we came, stood in turn each hour placed candles in clay pots while the stories were told until day. Is it cliché to say what is true that the rain that night came soft and silent? The rain came soft and |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| ... . .. . . . .. . . ... . . ..... ... . . . . . .. . .. . . . . ...... . . . .. . .... . . . ..... ... .
On All Souls’ Eve
By Anne Elvey | 1 August 2017