We spill down a laneway like a ban. Arrests made at demonstration. We bundle and bump, bump up against joy. Victoria rejects last-minute mercy plea. Shoulder bone to supple bone we bump. Ryan to hang today. We know ourselves not quite a pack. Fire ravages Hobart. It is momentary this elapse, our escape. ‘In God’s Name’ Stop the War! Our only religion is muscle and the breath we carry invincible. The Post Office will allocate to every city, town, suburb and small centre in Australia … We tell strange confections of conspiracy – the way sins stain like spilt ink or how potato chips stand in before communion day for the wafer … a four-figure postal location number called Postcode. Our playground aisles hold elastics and clapping games. Yes vote.
Bodies weave out and in, arms formed and raised like gateways to gardens that spread into cloistered groves. Conservationists fight for lake. In the dust of the classroom, rods are painted blocks we do our sums with. Search for PM goes on. The girls as well as the boys build alley tracks inside our desks. Mr Holt swam out a long way, vanished. Beneath the lids we arrange the books just right. ‘Smoking’ dogs aid science. As Sister turns away dropped marbles fall into spaces for inkwells, make their way through and out triangular gaps in right hand corners below. Arts Centre takes shape in Melbourne. Like the cause and effect of holy cards lined up, we are a box of dominoes set out, nudged.
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