Ali Eckermann Poems
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She gives him a cloud of parrots
He expects her to peel the carrots
She gives him a safari cruise
He expects her to hide the bruise
She gives him a blue magic rabbit
He expects her to feed his habit.
He gives her a kicking horse
She expects his true remorse
He gives her a rotting plum
She expects a little freedom
He gives her his silver spoon
She expects she’ll kill him soon.
Interventionists are coming interventionists are coming
the cries echo through the dusty community
as the army arrive in their chariots.
Parents and children race for the sand hills
burying the tommy axes and the rifela
hiding in abandoned cars
along the fence line.