64. there was a primal scream, in the backyard of a unanderra housing commission estate
the next door neighbour's sulphur-crested cockatoo, with a dropped bowel & clipped wings, startled by the noise, screeched out from a wired log in the top of his aviary, 'help mum!, help!,' there was a primal scream, in the backyard of a unanderra housing commission estate, from the perspective of this neighbour, now leaning over the grey fence palings, there would have been the body of a young woman sprawled on the lawn, for a moment, she would have puzzled over where that noise had come from, it had sounded as if the whole suburb had cried out, at first she would have thought that the crumpled figure dressed in black was on drugs, or perhaps pregnant or poor, so she went back inside to ring the police, who arrived on dusk with a torch, that young woman was me, i was falling through dungeons, a drowning had occurred, by the garden sprinkler around sunset, huge sparrows hopped & thudded along the grass, picking at the ants in my ears, it was a feeling worse than night because it kept going on, i wanted to die to escape that feeling, i cannot understand this strange psychology, the sky lit up, the land disturbed me, the surrounding figures tugged at my skin & their fingers burnt in, unearthly deep voices attacked my forehead, all my emotions highjacked me, along the grassy plains of fire & flood, the shadows that waited in the trees swooped down, i trembled & wept as i was cuffed by the cops & taken into the sky, but the angels that were working through them, were looking after me |
