Poem


Poem April 20, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Liber Pauperum

on the western façade

     the archangel michael

grand wings aloft,

was weighing souls

 

and the serpent hissed down

     at eve, regal

and adam


Poem April 6, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Eulogy

and when all’s razed to ash

after fire season

 

 

                 the heat

 

 

cracks open the seed


Poem April 13, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
The Changemakers

the pollsters are gleeful

        saying

                abbott’s time has come

 

 

things, they are about to change

around warringah way


Poem March 30, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Nineteen

and by the end

no one dared to say his name

 

 

so we called him

         nineteen

 

because of how they said

it all began


Poem March 23, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Lenticular Cloud – for Christchurch

across the tasman

through a westerly

     in ōtautahi, aotearoa

 

land of the long

 

 

        white


Poem March 16, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Hotel Alice

     on march 21
the people’s feet thundered

seven thousand
through the township
   of sharpeville


Poem March 9, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
The Drover’s Dream

There they were, herded before me:

exodus of Liberal glory.

And I, blindsided:

shepherding all a-quake.


Poem March 2, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Communion

and if hell exists

 

    hail mary, full of grace

then surely they have lived it


Poem February 23, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Bridge

before despair hits before the shame

before scanning job sites and uncertainty

 

it’s shiny writing on the wall

                                    reading centrelink


Poem February 16, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Frankly Speaking

oh come on

geoff wilson’s not my cousin cousin
 
he’s my grandfather’s cousin’s
grandson unremoved


Poem February 9, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
David

he calls them

              union thugs

 

              the prime minister-unelect

who got the job with a dirty knife

and a smug lopsided smile


Poem February 2, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Ancient Giants

                   we’ll say
the summer right before
was blue-green algae

bastard took the bony bream
     and silver perch

reckon it grew from heat
and farming run-off


Poem February 1, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
The monsters are out

the monsters are out

and the women of melbourne
             we're leaving early again

sending are you home? texts glancing
over shivering shoulders keeping
friends on the line until
the key's in the lock