this angry hunger
moulds the day into a compressed bomb
inevitable destruction and deep wounds
everything unbleeding and retracting
recoil prepared gun butt to shoulder
we mete out justice genders
this is a warm game a game of war


By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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