A Head of Wrought

I reckon tonight I wholed all the tears in Australia
No wonder there’s a drought somewhere
for the salt seeped through every river, each creek
and into my head desalination has spread
but I am dry of haemorrhage, externally bled ...

Published July 31, 2010 Write a comment
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David Taylor
now well healed, I hope...
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