Coral Hull: Poetry: Bestiary: The Lost Dogs/ 1. Bobby Flies Ansett

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CORAL HULL: BESTIARY
THE LOST DOGS

1. Bobby Flies Ansett

let me introduce you to the
barking/ his name is bobby/
chained to a junk heap/ at the
end of a backyard/ this dog
knows every inch of the dirt he
has slept on/ & the warmest part
of tin to back into/ at what time
of the day the sun will leave
him/ & every neighbourhood cat
& sparrow/ bobby knows when
the wind comes/ calling his
name/ in the language of rain
& hail/ he has found the world/ on
the end of his chain/ the stories
of bitches/ of luckier dogs/ out
walking on leashes/ of cooking
dinners in houses/ of children
coming home from school/ of
families taking off on holidays/
this barking dog/ curled in tight
against the cold/ he thought
that if he barked/ long & loud
enough/ then someone would
hear him/ & i heard him/
barking until his throat got sore/
his quiet hiccup in the dawn/ my
slow hand reaching in/ the next
day/ bobby flew ansett/ to
sydney/ in the luggage
compartment/ beneath first
class/ now his eyes light up the
backstep/ where my mother
sits/ mum says 'he's a dag'/ but i
say 'give him time to settle in/ &
he will emerge/ like a full sun/
shining onto your face'

    

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