Peter Bakowski

(15 October 1954 - / Melbourne / Australia)

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Portrait Of Blood

The thin armour

you give the newborn,

the midwife

washes away.



In playgrounds,

when the bullied fall,

you rush

to the hill of a bruise.



The shape of your engine room,

lovers carve into tree trunks.



In war

you blossom from

every wounded soldier and civilian.

In the field hospital

you glisten on

the gloved hands of surgeons

and each busy scalpel.



You’re not to be trusted,

rummaging in the attic of our skulls,

studying the ...

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The Making Of Fletcher

(for Lawrence Block)
Some close calls,
a few bullets removed by bent doctors
for the right amount of hush money,
but never dealt
that bad hand,
capture, sentence, jail.

Thirty-five unbroken years of being

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