Rae Desmond Jones

Rookie (11 August 1941 / Broken Hill, New South Wales, Australia)

The Coronation - Poem by Rae Desmond Jones

in the corner of the small square park
a rat picks at a lunchwrap
the night is quiet & the moon is still


the clouds shift above the sober
winter trees & their branches are edged
with ice

everywhere about me small insects
scratch through grass & leaves

i wait below the aureola of lights
the city & the hum of cars
silence & darkness

the woman who is inside me
all the time has turned & faced me
her long hair brushes the side of my
cheek the breeze of a razor

she turns her hands & smiles

i am a little afraid but calm
i want to die

in the corner the rat picks
into the soft centre of a sandwich
i tremble like dry paper

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 16, 2010



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