Poem


Poem November 16, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Surveillance

the blood-truth is:

 

it’s much less about the camera

           and much more to do with the body

that it’s worn on

 

the body with the baton

hanging from its belt, the body

in blue, the body on the cop beat

clenching fists around a point-blank

pepper-spray can, the body

who holds the rein, that rears the riot

horse, the body trained

to wield

                         the gun


Poem November 9, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Waltzing Matildas

a lot can go down

along the 200 red burning

      metres of track

between the victory lap

 

         and the starter gun


Poem October 26, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Last Octobers

then it’s full-bloom calendar-crash

 

                        mama-carves-the-pumpkin

tired-in-the-bones tinsel

in the aisles choose your tree

early here we go round the

                              trick or treat


Poem October 19, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Jacqui’s law

they say the people’s senator

        from tasmania

has the deciding medevac bill repeal vote

 

so, quite simply, we are asking:

                     does senator jacqui lambie know


Poem October 12, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
The Gospel of Peter

 a poem constructed from the words of Peter Dutton

 

african gangs have taken over the streets,

melburnians are afraid to go out to eat

 

                                     and asylum seekers are having

 

anchor babies … armed with pro bono lawyers

          trying to leverage migration


Poem October 5, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Spring break

the bell rings at two thirty,

an hour too early:

playground a-teeming,

kids whooping with glee


Poem September 28, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Boxtrolls

so hear us out,

 

        we invite that australian guy:

 

the PM with the big head

who loves god, and hates migrants


Poem September 21, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Fridays

              on fridays,

our children are bursting train carriages

backpacked full of hope

 

wielding placards bedroom-made

from flattened cornflake boxes

    and upcycled tomato-stakes

 


Poem September 14, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Rain

no rain in sight,

                     all hot south-westerlies

 

         spring-tinder

 

grey smoke, coiled

                      around the cowering

sunshine coast


Poem September 7, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Home to Biloela

it chilled the blood

 

             it felt different, this time

when the deportation vans arrived

 

 

they lived next door

         and were just like us:


Poem August 31, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
September

september germinates,

                                           determined

 

 

                     all sure-quiet-beautiful

and fern and jade unfurl


Poem August 24, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Limerick

There once was a shock-jock, annoying:

foul-mouthed, sexist, racist, not-toying.

He got his last warning,

the public were scorning.

And the sponsors, they walked – that was buoying!