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Last Days of Watsonia High

by James Walton (follow)
I heard from Hooper you were dead
like whale song in watery fragments
through Donovanís harmonica
see you running down the corridor
in velvet defiance of the headmasterís
ropes to separate the sexes
that lasted as long as peace
you and Debbie chided my chauvinism
over My Lai photos that dragged barbed wire
through our countryís clogged heart
that first ballet pirouetted
in teeming Swanston Street moratoriums
polished tiles skis for worn out socks
these things the apartheid of years
canít separate from a barricade relief
mixes mislabelled tea chests leaving homes
bite down on a hard spoon of distance
should have kissed that wavy dolphin Suzanne
splashing behind your knee


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