Mardi Gras 1978 – Darlinghurst Police Station – Miriam Loftus

        When the bastards
        first dragged us in
        it was a mule-kick up the arse
        and then the holding pen.
        I will dare to love
        I will show no fear
        My brother, we stood in that hole,
        you and me,
        your face pulped
        like an over-ripe mango,
        eyeless, trembling
        invoking light from somewhere
        deep within.
        I will dare to love
        I will show no fear
        And I swear I saw the blood
        flow like wine
        from your tender mulberry mouth,
        bloom dark stars across
        your ruined party shirt
        and you did not shed a tear.
        we will dare to love
        we will show no fear
        so brother, listen
        to the sound of the drums
        the chanting in the streets
        let us celebrate our wild victory
        here     now
        for we are free at last