Three ruby jewelled seeds
free fall between the pomegranate's
cosmetically enhanced skin
& the forefinger of the pre-pubescent
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He whistled to her & like an inquisitive dog
The bowl of her head angled, a satellite dish
To receive the new music. She was muttering
Away in some mimic’s foreign language when
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The arms of his spiral galaxy were not punctured
With bright stars, but with buckets of bore water
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To some we’re the polka-dotted red menace;
We are feared for our beliefs, blood sacrifice
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A power as diluted as the monarch’s they were named for;
Their colonial reach across the border, tempered by more
Indigenous agitators, the great unwashed mass of noisy miners
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Fire cleanses more than memory; a bad
Season will clear out tussock grass without
A backward glance. The charred ‘calling logs’
Where males wrought sound waves into fine
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The first thing Helen says is,
‘If any of you touch me,
it’s assault’.
Their first session
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Sometime,
in the early hours
of the morning,
an albino cockroach
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This year was all memorial.
Wreaths belted every newscast
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& this is how it ends?
Some grimy memorial near stop 14,
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