EPITAPH FOR THE OLD SCHOOL
Somebody claws at the gates mouthing disasters and loneliness
he is not well bred and truth has no status here
where cadets parade in the sun and are taught to faint proudly
where boys learn that sex is something outside
and only graduates in religious homosexuality are ever satisfied
where boarders plan midnight release and weep for cheapthrill joy
i love you more than a tree full of frogs or
a bursting creek, because you hear loud ants
the scrape of shaving and the sea
making love with rocks.
you leave rainforests where you walk –
parrots and pythons, intricate orchids
slipping from your freckled shoulders
like embroidered gowns.
you don’t stop when it stops.
i’m axle to your wheel: careering magpies,
mottled doves, quick flapping away
from the first car for hours
Richard Kelly Tipping 1978
Published in Nearer by Far, University of
Queensland Press (1986)
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