The spread has arrived.

The spread has arrived.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

New hearts disembark
short lived,
black fella's spears,
the hunt is on,
women mourning
lead shot killings
blow flies dance
around carcasses hanging
dry winds blow
eucalyptus leaves
unmoved,
ochre soils red
on white- man's
footprints leave
memories stained.
 

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Added on July 25, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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