I stumble;

down to the creek bed that no longer runs

down to rust-red clay, cracked like elephant skin

down to bury myself beneath the bleached bones of a fallen scribbly gum.

I lie;

my hands dusted red and pale-knuckled

my eyes wide and panic-white

my breath, a hostage in my throat.

I watch;

the gum leaves twist like desperate men on the gallows

the cicada carapace clinging to the world like a ghost

the fly, zig-zagging between the still-wet ribs of my brother.

I wait;

until I hear the shuffled feet in the undergrowth

until I see the crows burst into the sky, the murder interrupted

until I feel the teeth hot-slick against my skin.

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