I stopped – I heard the playful howls –
the breaktime hollers from a school –
but my ear-to-the-past
was then frittered by the wind’s shift …/
Between Townsville and Tasmania
there is every conceivable season
now that the rules have been lost …/
Believe in your child’s ghost –
but then let her spectre run
from the roadkill shock –
from the flare of the
body-struck headlights …/
To take this decision to take my life
Off discharged thoughts
but it is my choice …/
A million cold rivets
were the punctuation marks
we used on the hull …/