Autoclave – Kira Bryant

Made in London.
Shipped to Australia.
To prevent the spill of contagion.
Side by side, colours of Christmas.
The tracks ran in and out like the little man in the weather house who attended when it rained.
The red handle sealed the pressure in, and the steam went
in and
of suitcases and baggage,
peeling the cardboard and
painting the leather in patterns of dark stain.
On opening, the steam filled the air,
an ocean of heat and fatigue.
The suitcases were collected up the line.

After carbolic acid showers and a change of clothes they were desperate
for a piece of home.
Standing on the precipice of a beginning, where many others had stood before.