(THE SCARF NED KELLY WORE AT GLENROWAN)
DIE LIKE A KELLY is the Microflix adaptation of my Microfiction, ON THE HOUR, published by Spineless Wonders online and in their collection of prose poems and microfiction, OUT OF PLACE (2012). Here is the text…
on the hour
you’ll be on your way you’ll be walking down that corridor putting one foot in front of the other breathing in breathing out listening your body what’s it saying your good body blood and bone raced horses felled timber hammered nails danced jigs dripped sweat swam creeks stamped shivered cursed sang held squalling babies as tenderly as bleeding men your body that you’ll be walking into a room it’ll never walk out of how can you do that set one foot in front of the other up to the drop look the drop you’ll be holding out your hands to be pinioned flexing your fingers long strong sinewy fingers always kept your nails clean now bending your neck for that rough collar like you bent it for me to kiss goodbye my fingers stroking the soft hair at the nape like they used to stroke the soft down where the bones hadn’t set your fingers were chubby then kneading my breast as you latched on kneading eyes shut bliss but open now awake wide awake under the hood what do you see my son what do you say die like a kelly die like a kelly
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