Poisoned Waterholes – Julie Briggs

There are no moratoria on grief or loss
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.