By Kathleen McLeod
This poem was shortlisted for the Right Now Poetry Competition, judged by Maxine Beneba-Clarke, Amanda Anastasi and Benjamin Solah. Read the shortlist here.
Hope is dying here. The lucky country, blood flecked words spit on to
newspaper headlines. There are black ink fingerprints all over my body,
the white curve of my hip is now a dark road. I’m a page turner, my
fingers rip desperately forward. Still we turn back. And back. The
underwriters of shameful history rush to print.
Kathleen McLeod is a Brisbane poet. Her work has been published in Banango Street, Saul Williams’ anthology Chorus, Giles Corey Press’ Three Word Chant: Occupy issue and Sunlit. She blogs at http://www.kathleenjoy.tumblr.com.
