Keith Johnson Poems
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Caws, Nurses And Muses
Yesterday we sort of rescued an old man
Who had crossed The Parade at Wakefield Park
Stumbled and cracked his head so hard on the pavement
That the paramedic could see his skull –
He didn’t bleed much – the old man that is –
And immediately upped and set off for home
Almost horizontal from the shoulders
Like one of the Anthropophagi
Homing on sheer instinct back to Dee Street
Face covered in rivulets of blood
Followed by my wife who is a nurse
And a kind young woman from the Ministry of Social Development
And me turning with the boys in the car until we lost...
The taipan is an 8 foot snake
Whose treading on is some mistake.
Deep in the Aussie Outback yonder
If off the beaten track you wander
You may feel an elapid mandibular crush -
Then a shikkering neurotoxic rush
While its haemolytics clot the blood -
And curse the spot where once you stood.