Coral Hull: Poetry: Point-Blank-Poor: 56. When The Working Class Have Nothing To Lose

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CORAL HULL: POINT-BLANK-POOR
56. When The Working Class Have Nothing To Lose

after my dog binda & i got attacked on the
beach by a middle class business man, i
healed myself with citrine crystals, while
looking out at the ocean from south australia,
the man attacked me, because he knew i was
poor, that i couldn't afford a solicitor & that i
wouldn't know what to do in court, in
otherwords he knew that he could get away
with it, the society of articulate crooks &
educated evil would protect him, even after
he had almost killed binda, his daughter in
plaits looked on, she saw how he had ripped
the ligaments in my forearm & had pushed
me to the ground, she saw how he had
terrified me by trying to choke my dog, who
was just a pup, she saw how i pulled on his
greasy hair & how i kicked him & hit him, i
was not strong enough to do him the damage
that he had done to me, but i had a go
anyway, i had the will in me to damage him, i
guess that was the important thing, if binda
had died through his attempts at choking, i
would have found out where he lived, &
would have shot him later on, because i
would have had nothing to live for, so the
way i saw it, it wouldn't matter anyway, on
this point a word of warning, never do
anything to a working class person's dog,
property or mother, you can only take so
much away from the poor, take away the last
thing they have, then we have nothing to lose,
later i went away with my injured dog & sat
in the edible coastal plants, i ate some salty
pigweed & looked quietly out into the gulls &
waves, we were hypnotised by south
australian coastline, powerless monuments to
wind & sand, calmly hidden away up there in
crevice on the weathered rocks, where we
couldn't be hurt & wouldn't be judged, it was
all good & well to hide for now, being in this
position in a gentle frame of mind, for awhile
my thoughts were kept off revenge, fuckwits
& the illegal gun trade down the road

    

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