A Parable

By | 1 February 2015

Interventionists are coming, interventionists are coming
cries echo through the dusty community
as the army arrive in their chariots

Parents and children race for the sandhills
burying tommy axes and rifela
hiding in abandoned cars along the fence line

One woman ran to the waterhole
hiding her baby in the reeds
dusting her footprints with gumleaf

Other children went and got their cousin
shouting mum you gone rama rama
you should see the clinic

That night the woman went back to the waterhole
leaving her child in the reeds
this time in a basket

In the morning the children return
crying mum you gone rama rama
you should see the doctor

At the clinic I feel her pulse
check her blood pressure
test for diabetes

Staring in my eyes
she whispers quiet Luritja
this boy his name is Moses

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