the chrysalis
broken drought
silent rebellion
ghosts of the living
atom to the planet
girl called novella

orphanage road

orphanage road
brother i dreamt of orphanage road
and the heartland where we used to run
ploughing through wild oats
in valleys aflame with patterson’s curse
on old hills that wore their crowns of gold

blankets are stars
lay over me as i lay sleeping
then this darkened room was set alight
radiating the past
drawing me in as a blind man to fire
and the walls of the room fell to ash...

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orphanage road
brother we ran up orphanage road
with the wind blowing hard against us
to the old hill’s shoulder
and in silence we watched the bulldozers
razing our earth and stripping our gold

far from childhood
we stand surrounded by concrete walls
and the heartland where we used to run
has withered beneath us
corporate hands severed an artery
cutting us off from orphanage road

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