On All Souls’ Eve

1 August 2017

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 
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