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like you know what
10 years since we buried him
so went home
to see my sister
who bore him
until death
doctor gave it a name at 15
and it took him at 16
I came cos she said to
has always been like that
her the woman I turn an ear to
so I went there
to her place
on the farm
arrived in my usual cloud of big-city bluster
noise and hard liquor
fancy rented go-go car
dropped my city shoes
picked out a pair of gumboots
from the rack
and just like that
already Country
followed her and her man
out to the fire-heap paddock
her with a wheelbarrow load
of carboard boxes
and figured it was fire-lighting gear
kindling
passed by her horses
to say hello
to the foal
him thick with winter coat
leaned in to me
all legs and limbs
a teenager
life full
plain to see
he'll be a good one
we let him be then
took our drinks to the fire heap
where the logging slash is piled high and dry
waiting for rainy days
and petrol splash
to burn it back to earth
her man and me did good work
gathered up logs
drank
talked shit
loaded the log-heap up with petrol
just right
and got it burning furnace-good
while a light rain fell
like you know what
then she decided the heat was right
lifted up one of the boxes
from the barrow
saw it then;
her boy's medical records
all that last year of him
that last year’s hope and no hope
inches of paper
a foot deep of paper
all those boxes of it
and we drank
and laughed
then didn't
then burned them
a ritual as old
as hairless apes
stood silent
near the end of it
watched her walk forward
throw more on
eyes wet
a mother's empty love
for the boy who came and went
took some more
went back to it
burned my share
told more stories
let the fire burn
when there was none left
her and her man
stood together
quiet
him arm-wrapping her
and I stood back
the language of lovers there to see
took another drink
wished there was a dog to put a hand on
like there used to be
and the rain stayed light
like you know what
so went home
to see my sister
who bore him
until death
doctor gave it a name at 15
and it took him at 16
I came cos she said to
has always been like that
her the woman I turn an ear to
so I went there
to her place
on the farm
arrived in my usual cloud of big-city bluster
noise and hard liquor
fancy rented go-go car
dropped my city shoes
picked out a pair of gumboots
from the rack
and just like that
already Country
followed her and her man
out to the fire-heap paddock
her with a wheelbarrow load
of carboard boxes
and figured it was fire-lighting gear
kindling
passed by her horses
to say hello
to the foal
him thick with winter coat
leaned in to me
all legs and limbs
a teenager
life full
plain to see
he'll be a good one
we let him be then
took our drinks to the fire heap
where the logging slash is piled high and dry
waiting for rainy days
and petrol splash
to burn it back to earth
her man and me did good work
gathered up logs
drank
talked shit
loaded the log-heap up with petrol
just right
and got it burning furnace-good
while a light rain fell
like you know what
then she decided the heat was right
lifted up one of the boxes
from the barrow
saw it then;
her boy's medical records
all that last year of him
that last year’s hope and no hope
inches of paper
a foot deep of paper
all those boxes of it
and we drank
and laughed
then didn't
then burned them
a ritual as old
as hairless apes
stood silent
near the end of it
watched her walk forward
throw more on
eyes wet
a mother's empty love
for the boy who came and went
took some more
went back to it
burned my share
told more stories
let the fire burn
when there was none left
her and her man
stood together
quiet
him arm-wrapping her
and I stood back
the language of lovers there to see
took another drink
wished there was a dog to put a hand on
like there used to be
and the rain stayed light
like you know what
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