in this town and no graffiti relief
we are a tidy town
and sometimes you could break bones in the cracks
through these streets storm drains mimic them
they’re the ones fringe kids learn urban in
jumping puddles wet as the poisoned waterholes
where Wiradjuri hearts broke.
No hints appear in post-colonial local news
but sometimes the subtext bleeds through
and sometimes the depths of waterholes
at the edge of town are plumbed for answers.